Letra

At night I wear a wolf's head on my regular head Considering a regular character sketch Food hoarder, communes with the flora Computes in cahoots with beauty and brute force I've got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus Years at the fire pulling portions out of corn husks Never mind time on the short bus Terrifying errant knights thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas Over medium, treat skin-tags like scratch-offs Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap dogs He got the rad moves, catty alpha rat-proof (wait) Twenty-sided die at the crap-shoot (wait) Looking for a black hole to casually collapse through Try isle nine by the cat food There it is Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is darigold in them hills Time better let a couple truths decay, if somebody going to rue the day Check, check, check Catch 'em on the lamb (I ain't joking) No maps, no muster point (Nah, I ain't joking) I put a pebble on a tomb (I ain't joking) Makin bath tub meth I'm joking Here we go The whip got a tongue and teeth Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a Tungston bleep When any putrefying arrow wants your lungs in reach I field a vessel going zero to the fuck y'all think And when your function fails I'm on an undisclosed island Stroking exotic animals, open up rocket science Leaning a jewellers loupe over a stolen sock 'o diamonds Palm-made products a portrait of modern triumph, try us Back at the battering ram post-haste Cro-mags, wait till this Saturday plant grow legs All you hear is intimate and code names Ricochet around the geometry of a closed space Unfrozen part of his new day-o Face of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao Some people find the daylight to be oddly alluring I was in the dark, dodging and burning Maybe cause I look like an ugly doll (I ain't joking) Pack a wallop in the wheelhouse (Nah, I ain't joking) Leave brass tax everywhere (I ain't joking) I own many many homes I'm joking Here we go All hog to we know costume Black hoodie you can set your watch to Tall drink, depths like an air raid Radically detach with purveyors of the hair-brain Down with the ship go a dozen fried wild links Upperway, upper-case tri-state style kings Get pie-faced, sent home tied to the sinewaves Lights off, spine on sideways Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a boogie-down Tome told me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town" Cool 'em down, global domination over sold bake Situation commanding a broke dude cosplay You don't want a meeting on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows The summary is as follows: "These hate those and this thinks, that's absurd" Yip yap, y'all cats and birds Meow meow meow meow meow (I ain't joking) Talking rubes on the radio (Nah, I ain't joking) Uh, suckers never play me (I ain't joking) I found Jimmy Hoffa's body I'm joking Here we go
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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