Coming apart, and coming away

Some mistakes were made then, and some were made today

The union didn't stand together, and the reunion choked

Slick fingers were pink and smooth, but his were all broke

One, three, four, don't try too hard

One, three, four, don't try too hard

First they said he had a lifetime guarantee

No one could take it but no one transmission lies under the poison eye

Like an avalanche of sound bound mules

Their guts sewn up with dissolving rubber bands

And this is how it stands

What were once suspicions now confirmed

But the smoke rose up and he couldn't mark the place

He has to feel he's closing in on something

But then the body overtakes the face

Mary Jane the pain couldn't stand in her new high heels

Coconut milk pimp got cut, no he knows how it feels

One, three, four, don't try too hard

One, three, four, don't try too hard

Throwin' stuff off of the overpass

He spotted a fruit truck's tarp being set up for him to make the drop

Traded his quarters for a spanish orange

Caught a ride on a liquid nitrogen truck that stopped

Can't stay around to nail it down

'Til a switch gets thrown in the atmosphere of the nested echo branch that

Can't be done

'Til they can shine it on

Hard you hit the question, fast it reappears

Put up and shut it up cheap its only skin

Tryin' hard, tryin' stupid

But you'd never discover what kind of jam you're in