Malibu Ken - Corn Maze lyrics
[Malibu Ken - Corn Maze lyrics]
I'm the world weekly news Batchild
Beelining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile
For every ghost climbing out the flat file
Every gaffe
Every lone spaz in the snack aisle
Cracked out, don’t touch that dial ever
These trap doors forecast quagmire weather
But it's worth it
From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek
To snatching victory from out the
Jaws of imminent defeat
The phone ping from a pillow
Fort in a corn maze
I don't have a horse in your war games
I don’t even really like horses
I like wild orchids and
Neighbors with wide orbit's
Electric fence and pets that tend
To pretty much ignore us
We headbutt in the mornings then
Report to separate corners
Criminy, ya killin' me Smalls
The fist balls up
I pull my hood down, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off
Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat
Puke blood, hit the shower
Turn to Malibu Ken
While you were asking all your lackeys
"Are we jackals or men?"
I've been the sorcery authorities should
Catch if they can
Mostly a master of none, come try the coffee
It's burnt he type a chapter, it sucks
Top of the moth-eaten world
Pick a one-horse town
Four horsemen got his number
I feed each one the
Others camouflaged in Fluffernutters
The million dollar free jazz-speak
In a secret garden
Some people think it's freakish
But they can't deny the harvest
It's funny when they're later made
To celebrate the shit they said was garbage
It only show the city who the mark is
Are we Donatello’s David or
Delicate Frozen Charlottes?
Even Davids know, in art
There often will be no catharsis
The voices in my head still talk tough
I go to bed stoned, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off
In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbit's
Young, dumb dust-bunnies jump into traffic
Casually gussied up and done
Feeling unsung and savage
Punk, we have come for your cabbage
I’m bad news
Travel like a rat through your cabinet
Spaz, twenty paw pads full of scabs
Off in a false ad, fall plaid, all dander
Blast off, black jackdaws on his antlers
Zero faithers, wearily fear his neighbors
Someday we'll find a way to
Make these billionaires obey us
Someday we’ll earn a subdivision
Gaudier than reprobates
Who sit around depressed and guess the
Order of the Tetris rain
With biblical misreckoning
Son of surly Satan torn asunder
Private number, public urination
We socialize with pundit's who encompass
All the wrong stuff
I count the bread quick, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off
Beelining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile
For every ghost climbing out the flat file
Every gaffe
Every lone spaz in the snack aisle
Cracked out, don’t touch that dial ever
These trap doors forecast quagmire weather
But it's worth it
From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek
To snatching victory from out the
Jaws of imminent defeat
The phone ping from a pillow
Fort in a corn maze
I don't have a horse in your war games
I don’t even really like horses
I like wild orchids and
Neighbors with wide orbit's
Electric fence and pets that tend
To pretty much ignore us
We headbutt in the mornings then
Report to separate corners
Criminy, ya killin' me Smalls
The fist balls up
I pull my hood down, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off
Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat
Puke blood, hit the shower
Turn to Malibu Ken
While you were asking all your lackeys
"Are we jackals or men?"
I've been the sorcery authorities should
Catch if they can
Mostly a master of none, come try the coffee
It's burnt he type a chapter, it sucks
Top of the moth-eaten world
Pick a one-horse town
Four horsemen got his number
I feed each one the
Others camouflaged in Fluffernutters
The million dollar free jazz-speak
In a secret garden
Some people think it's freakish
But they can't deny the harvest
It's funny when they're later made
To celebrate the shit they said was garbage
It only show the city who the mark is
Are we Donatello’s David or
Delicate Frozen Charlottes?
Even Davids know, in art
There often will be no catharsis
The voices in my head still talk tough
I go to bed stoned, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off
In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbit's
Young, dumb dust-bunnies jump into traffic
Casually gussied up and done
Feeling unsung and savage
Punk, we have come for your cabbage
I’m bad news
Travel like a rat through your cabinet
Spaz, twenty paw pads full of scabs
Off in a false ad, fall plaid, all dander
Blast off, black jackdaws on his antlers
Zero faithers, wearily fear his neighbors
Someday we'll find a way to
Make these billionaires obey us
Someday we’ll earn a subdivision
Gaudier than reprobates
Who sit around depressed and guess the
Order of the Tetris rain
With biblical misreckoning
Son of surly Satan torn asunder
Private number, public urination
We socialize with pundit's who encompass
All the wrong stuff
I count the bread quick, I got some walls up
Walls up
I keep my coat on I got some walls up
Chips down, walls up i cut the lights off