Pumpkin Seeds

Outside isn't what it seem It seem like nothing up the sleeve Until it's something loveless digging holes to cover up with leaves Between you and your pumpkin seeds And powerball, and Sunkist Peach At 1 or 1:15 AM, when all you want is drugs and peace All you get is waves and waves of uninvited company Ranger, cleric, hunter, thief Druid, Vandal, huckster, Priest Amateur usurpers and catechism deserters Re-tuning truffle pig noses to catalytic converters In between the stirring creatures I'm keen to the furthest needle drop Before requesting stitches, it is not that type of needle dog Dog, the truest unicorn of all is human at rest Waltzing through some hood the future forgets I just been cooped up in that cuckoo's nest One phase after complaining Which depending on your frame is apathy or acclimating Happy cutting off and jumping in and yelling Someone shut the top It isn't just some Funyun run That got him on that "cut the lock", it's Inside of the box is just another box Inside of the box is just another box You should probably get accustomed to the culture shock Plot to jump behind some bushes when they cull the flock Inside of the box is just another box Inside of the box is just another box You should probably get some wind up in your mutton chops Note the general tone is get the dough, and fuck the ops Pandora has a pandora shorter sorta like a daughter In the core of her there is more of her Each subsequent layer has an inner and an orbiter Corridor after corridor, a never ending meta-narrative That forever cabbages Inside of your word salad sandwiches a formal moral beef I don't I call 'em teeth I call 'em oral coral reefs Let 'em sink, ya still in sync the more you pry You'll find another five Hiding inside like a denieds ride across a border Multiplys, ya strict discarder is outrunning ya inner hoarder The more you excavate it, the more it just absorb her Can't Art and force a Mario Cart into a Forza Obscure ya speed limit and then record ya Porsche Report to court more that Zsa Zsa Gabor divorce lawyer According to my FOIA spit fire sword drank In a speakeasy wrote peace treaties in war paint! Inside of the box is just another shoe Inside of the sock is just another tube You can put it on if your foot is long If you find the lost legs of my journeys, tell 'em I'm looking for 'em Inside of the box is just another box Inside of the box is just another box The general tone is what it is, is what it's not Don't be a fool, ya luck is shot I rigged the wheels, go gut the slots