Lyrics

I talk like it hurts to talk, mascot of Murphy's Law From the claw game at the Walt Whitman mall To the worst curb-cuts of the urban sprawl To what stirs in the purple moss Which world make a perp' less scurred of his quirks and flaws Or make it okay to learn who you are no jury Instead of all insecurity, no mercy Every year his skin get thinner You could almost see the Abilify in his innards If it's into the blood or back up through the gizzard With a little bit of last night's dinner, liver Standby for the van by the river Built ramps in the summer, tanned hides in the winter, anti-winner Stare at the stars from an empire builder to anywhere far Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder Wildfire in the wilder' Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder I shake my fist at the very same gate That I would've climbed up before I became lame Now I just curse and pretend it's the same Curse at a person who ain't do a thing When everyone around you is surfing a wave You a singular jerk in a circle of saints Never mistook for a bird or a plane Mistook for a hearse in the rain Germ in a wound Bit a few heads off a Hydra Deadbeat friends in the lens of his Leica, yikes When a stink-eye turn fire into ice I would rather die on spikes Before you ever take to a colony Take note of your escape velocity And watch odd folk not care who you are From an empire builder to anywhere far Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder Hi-ho silver Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder Sultan of sublimation Have you ever seen such evasion? Work 'til he well-done bacon or borderline burnt The certified temper ensure a wide berth Night king, wild Earth, bite a hand with the serum His old man haunt him, his own fam' fear him His cold, bad hands are attached to a breathing meat That learned to roll weed with its feet Do not make me turn this car around No sleep 'til the bars of Barbertown Bar-Kays bump through a claw marked Arkham Bars on the window, barbs in the jargon Black armband, offsides on guard Dark art marksman, march through the heartland Dream of a chair in a yard From an empire builder to anywhere far Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder High-pass filter Live from an empire builder Empire builder Live from an empire builder
Writer(s): Thomas Fec, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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