Busdriver, Radioinactive with Daedelus - Pen's Oil lyrics

I want to welcome me to your country
It's far too crowded for me to be here
But, I don’t wanna be there
But, I just got there
But, I don’t wanna ask to be re-routed on
The first day of this month's Armageddon
Writing speeches with unleavened pencil
Rewrite the scrolls of history
In the dark with a flashlight whispering to
Myself and the other
Diplomats from Switzerland
Me and my constituents and Dan Rather
We like to gather
And run the world with the help of
A motherboard and a back scratcher
God’s computer i drink a Vodka shooter
Out of an antique auctioned Luger
With a bunch of cranky cop recruiters
I offer the future in an office
With a t-shirt that buttons up
Just because the world runs on oil
Doesn’t mean oilmen should run the world
Just because the sky’s my paved road
Doesn’t mean you should pave a
Road over the sky

My mom is an enthusiastic movie actress
Who’s in to pop-culture ethnic cleansing
Genetic blending of Mouseketeers who smile
From ear to ear
For thousands of years Step-an’-Fetch-it’s
Make the crowd cheer
Now human shield street promoters
Will sleep over and
Dry your hair with a leaf blower
If you don’t know the secret code word
Then don't reorder our albums
That contain three
Leaf clovers that give relief to ulcers
Did you know American and British royal
Fam will lick your oil pan
And equate a suicide bomber with a
Loyal fan? File a lawsuit
They’re looking out for the interest
Of a small group of
Illuminati lineage first-born male with
Horns and a tail

Pumping gasoline… how much do
You want? Fill it
Up and clean the windshield with a rag
You’ll need a quart-of-oil
My name is Clinton Moil
I’m not from foreign soil
I’ve used a car antenna as a fencing foil
Sounds like your engine coil will
Make your grandson’s attention boil
Contribute and give me the rest
Of the money before you go to the Statue
Of Liberty restroom honey
I need to go inside of the
Store to get you some
Gum cause your breath smells like
The Exxon Valdez oil spill
Free with the use of a Nascar gas-card
It's a page turner
Where the red fern grows fuel
For the bedroom stove
Rock the vote with your broccoli coat

Wouldn’t you like to be posing nude
In front of frozen food hook
Line and sinker but a bookbinder thinker
Might blow a fuse
When a tube sock hand puppet pontificates
I seek a boom-box sand bucket and
Song-listed tapes from autistic apes
Who soul search without spoonfuls from
A fat-free yogurt hunger strike
From a covert bunker site
Testing biological warfare
Watch the tv screen spectacle until you’re a
Squeaky-clean edible leafy green
Vegetable or a
Couch potato spud with 'say no to
Drugs' embroidered in your throw pillows
Cold chills go through
Your arthritic metacarpals
The idea’s that you’ll get to move
Into your sandcastle by pressing buttons
Branded cattle with a set of
Instructions of how to turn
A tv dryer and washer into a flying saucer
But not without being rushed to an eye doctor
Cause, I’m not wrap so tight
Exacta knife cut retina of an
Adult industry smut-peddler’s mud-wrestler