Malibu Ken - Sword Box lyrics
[Malibu Ken - Sword Box lyrics]
What kind of bastion of trust
Hit the stage with a straight-face
And jacket full of doves?
Where daisy-chained hankies vanish
Into plastic thumbs
It was classic misdirection sold as
Magic to the young via masters of deception
The full force, court of volunteer
Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession
Pull a rabbit from a Stetson, as a rapper
Though it's basically the
Same exact profession watch, con artist
Give a fuck who the mark is
Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through
The eye of Diane Arbus
No outstanding warrants
Nothing up his sleeve
I need you feeling weak and
Needing something to believe
I need you feeling freakish
That's when I really flourish
I wake up in a sword box
I brush my teeth with bullets
Underneath some cosmic retrograde
Where patsies get their signals flipped
Hold on to your crystal pouch
Step up to the thimble rig
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb
Up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
It goes scarves into wands
Into flowers over common sense
I'm all heart
Rib cage housing a Svengali deck
Pick a card
Tricky turn a vic' into a bobble head
Absconders into clingers-on
Klingons into Romulans
Saw myself in pieces for
Purveyors of the strange
Put the pieces back together though
I'm never quite the same
We undermine the infantry with
Trickery that range
From weighted dice to blowup dolls
Up in the carpool lane
I'm charcoal with the art school lames
I'm skateboarding with heshers
Seen scepters shaped like feather
Pens and '57 fenders
Carving knives and camera parts
And canvas over stretchers
And whatever make that project in
The cellar go Excelsior
At the whim of older bones
That magically predict the weather
He like his eye of newt with pinch of pepper
The nerd rage scurry out
A collapsible bird cage
Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb
Up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
Hit the stage with a straight-face
And jacket full of doves?
Where daisy-chained hankies vanish
Into plastic thumbs
It was classic misdirection sold as
Magic to the young via masters of deception
The full force, court of volunteer
Pull a quarter out his ear in a recession
Pull a rabbit from a Stetson, as a rapper
Though it's basically the
Same exact profession watch, con artist
Give a fuck who the mark is
Whether gorgeous or New Yorkers through
The eye of Diane Arbus
No outstanding warrants
Nothing up his sleeve
I need you feeling weak and
Needing something to believe
I need you feeling freakish
That's when I really flourish
I wake up in a sword box
I brush my teeth with bullets
Underneath some cosmic retrograde
Where patsies get their signals flipped
Hold on to your crystal pouch
Step up to the thimble rig
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb
Up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
It goes scarves into wands
Into flowers over common sense
I'm all heart
Rib cage housing a Svengali deck
Pick a card
Tricky turn a vic' into a bobble head
Absconders into clingers-on
Klingons into Romulans
Saw myself in pieces for
Purveyors of the strange
Put the pieces back together though
I'm never quite the same
We undermine the infantry with
Trickery that range
From weighted dice to blowup dolls
Up in the carpool lane
I'm charcoal with the art school lames
I'm skateboarding with heshers
Seen scepters shaped like feather
Pens and '57 fenders
Carving knives and camera parts
And canvas over stretchers
And whatever make that project in
The cellar go Excelsior
At the whim of older bones
That magically predict the weather
He like his eye of newt with pinch of pepper
The nerd rage scurry out
A collapsible bird cage
Ace in the palm at the workplace, jerkface
And for my next trick
I'll make a dollar bill climb
Up out your wallet
Disappear and reappear inside my pocket
I never really do these things twice
But if y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might
If y'all ask nice I just might