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Chicken noodle thermos, parka marching out the Army Surplus Over thermals, over thermals, over thermals, over thermals Look, owl on my shoulder, initials on the katana Whispering something wicked through a moisture-wicking balaclava Not a cop in sight, not a watt of light in the fog Silent night to God almighty, just from lighting cigars Not a creature is stirring or purging lightning from the eye On my palm, wide as long as y'all can die and respawn Still going, if only a vehicle full of Merino wool Who volunteer to wake to St. Bernard's for the foreseeable I'm edumacated on every threat in the trade Started checking the checker for any legerdemain Caught 'em fudging the numbers and hiding birds in they coat Burning phones and computers inside a circle of stones When policing the people, it's, "Please return to your homes" You get a people determined to take a turn in the strobe I found something in the woods I wanna show you It just might change how you float around the O2 You was like, "Okay, bet," drove 20 minutes (drove 20 minutes) Looked for 30 seconds, said, "Can I get a witness?" Went home different Went home different Two pair of socks under reindeer mukluks Aiming to keep ten pigs awake in the Tundra Plaza-to-plaza, thermometer going, "Nuh-uh" My posse out-of-pocket on some occupy the umbra If it's under freezing, I don't even wanna know a number Just show me to the rolling thunder, wubba, wubba, wubba Today a mall cop told me I should get a life Double black diamond, a pirate to private property Lion-hearted pioneer of high garbology First archer to set the fire starter, "Oxenfree" Defending some forgotten block of uncommon geometry Before they fixed the road, there used to be this bump-to-bump I guess in '97, so-and-so did such and such In Timbs, on someone else's board, tell the story, spread the lore It's epic to a people who would rather push than teleport I found something in the woods I wanna show you It just might change how you float around the O2 You was like, "Okay, bet," drove 20 minutes (drove 20 minutes) Looked for 30 seconds, said, "Can I get a witness?" Went home different Went home different Get your wig in the wind, get a feel for the traffic Whether it's static or speedy, whether it's real or imagined The colder the weather, the realer the magic At least that's how it feels when it happens, okay Raiders of the roads in parking lots of greater Carcassonne Canis lupus carcass on, take me to your garlic knots Coffin through the cars, I'm a part of a larger carpet bomb Still partial to the wrong crowd, sorry, mom Wander Eden, not a meter predetermined Turn a curb into an evening, that's the key to freezer burning I'm freezer burning, sweat a boiling ocean early Feb' My coaches told me, "Don't come home without the serpent's head" I told 'em, "Hold my turkey leg, point me at a pitchfork" Brought the trophy home and took the poultry back, still warm Out to flirt with hypothermia, it's CCTV's blurriest Insurgents in your area I found something in the woods I wanna show you It just might change how you float around the O2 You was like, "Okay, bet," drove 20 minutes (drove 20 minutes) Looked for 30 seconds, said, "Can I get a witness?" Went home different Went home different
Writer(s): James Simon, Ian Bavitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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