MC Frontalot, Brad Sucks - Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe lyrics

Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
Wasting my time at the corner
Of dude and catastrophe
Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
But, I feel fine at the
Corner of dude and catastrophe

Woke up by the pool again
Must have played the fool again
Wonder what them hooligans put on
The grill that stinks
Kind of like burnt fur and regurg’ed drinks
With an undertone of the acorn
And leather that’s laid on
Thick like Liz Claiborne
Step over with big trepidation
Lift up the top off the meat cooking station
To discover my homie Todd! I said "Oh my God
What grim façade
Do you meet me with in my wakefulness?"
I had too many Stellas and they all was crisp


Must I rise up in the
Morning with my squirrel desisted
From the world? Insisted, as I did
This instant, that
Him up in heaven again is premature?
If only reality would concur!
Poke him with the tongs dude won’t wake up
Put him on the lawn Ray’s about
To cook a steak up
And this ain’t no kind of mausoleum
Got to get the high degree on
Todd’s onomatopoeia
Got already all used up I mean he sizzled
Ain’t nothing left but char, bone
And gristle
My heart is fissile: I mean it could break
Like crystal he never learned
To whistle don’t wake
His cadaver up, wassamadda with your mind?
He ain’t a lawn clipping we
Been knuckleheads since old times
Dig out the batting helmet and the bat
‘cause we’re all about to have a funeral
And that’s that
We’ll do it after breakfast we’ll
Do it up proper we’ll drop all his ashes
Out the Airwolf copter
All singing up dirges
All spreading out blossoms
And it’s gonna b-b-b-be frikkin’ awesome!
Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
Wasting my time at the corner
Of dude and catastrophe
Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
But, I feel fine at the
Corner of dude and catastrophe

Six bong rips later: we ain’t
Going to the helipad
Standin’ ‘round hella sad
Wonder where them Stellas at
All these dudes ain’t huge on sentiment
Still they want to say a
Little something to the benefit
Of layin’ Todd’s soul to rest
I cold regressed, contemplated old regrets
And said, "Man why he even got to do a thing
Like pass out on the Bar-B-King?"
I’m tryin’ to bring from like
Recesses in my mind
A word or two that wouldn’t prove unkind
Aligned as he was with the less-than-angelic
Trafficking black tar smack & psychedelics
In that little-ass van of his
And drunk doing it
Knowing what the right thing to
Do was but eschewing it
It’d seem pretty probable
Flames are audible:
That’s the duty that Todd’ll pull
Not just in death, but in after-that
Like the bat out the h-e double-vertical-slat
But inbound in the case of this rodent
Like when he got peeled-out on and ‘sploded
Or in fact when he got shanked in the joint
Hella causing me to wonder if
There’s even a point
To our shepherdly tending of
His life’s ending
Bet he’s chilling at Friendly’s
And gonna be back in the neighborhood shortly
Discussing how awesome it is to be portly
Reporting the slant he just
Got on with Blister
(drank till his wrists hurt
Boned the ghost of your sister)
The dude’s a bucket kickster when
He has to be
And this one wasn’t like a masterpiece
So yes we’re depressed but not drastically
Livin’ at the corner of dude and catastrophe
Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
Wasting my time at the corner
Of dude and catastrophe
Where I’m livin’, it’s hard to say
But, I feel fine at the
Corner of dude and catastrophe
I’ll just wait
Waving goodbye until the next time
I’ll just wait
Waving goodbye until the next time