Lyrics Saturn Missiles.lrc Aesop Rock
[id: pshjxgan]
[ar: Aesop Rock]
[al: Skelethon]
[ti: Saturn Missiles]
[length: 03:37]
[00:14.97]Step on the lawn I keep the foot, peep
[00:16.55]In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese
[00:18.59]Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
[00:20.53]Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
[00:22.37]I’m all pincher, fevery hoodie-on, hoodie-off
[00:24.56]Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
[00:26.55]Never met a quiet storm that didn’t grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
[00:31.53]In territorial syntax
[00:32.65]Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
[00:34.04]Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
[00:36.30]I’m a symbol of whimsy abridged
[00:37.46]Kiss Me I’m Dead
[00:38.27]Nursing a mystery Dayquil
[00:40.01]Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
[00:41.98]How pray tell do he sit pretty?
[00:43.95]When the ol’ one-two unglue in a tizzy
[00:45.61]Please hold for the don’t play dull boy
[00:47.83]Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
[00:49.81]Came in the door and the floor is lava
[00:51.67]Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
[00:53.59]Born home sick for an invisible address, bat shit
[00:55.59]Bumble and bat around catnip
[00:57.29]One black heart Katamari massive
[00:59.02]Packed in a fat category-five rat nest
[01:01.03]Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
[01:03.08]Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
[01:05.05]I hate you (I hate you more)
[01:06.05]No, I hate you infinity
[01:07.40]And Pangaea break into smithereens
[01:08.99]Interlude prest-o change-o
[01:10.72]If it move to quick (oh whey oh)
[01:13.08]Right brain go white train Ramo
[01:14.35]Mustache any old Monet, (no)
[01:17.92]Yes
[01:19.07]
[01:51.12]Merrily merrily merrily merrily
[01:53.42]In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
[01:54.89]Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
[01:56.77]Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
[01:58.85]Bet: moth into kerosene awful
[02:00.74]A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville
[02:02.81]Amorally mixing business with 144 Dixie Whistlers
[02:06.45]Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
[02:08.20]NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
[02:10.18]Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ringers
[02:11.96]Are you privy to the misadventures?
[02:13.68]It’s electric, meeting in the middle of the street
[02:15.74]With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete
[02:17.58]There is admittedly an incredible mystique
[02:19.92]To meddling in the reason a city won’t sleep
[02:21.95]48 strings of 12
[02:23.67]That ring ring ring, whiz-bang, jingle bells
[02:25.51]And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy
[02:27.95]Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
[02:29.35]Fold wild life out of the Wolf Pack wrapping
[02:31.63]Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
[02:33.58]TNT plunger in all-caps ACME
[02:35.14]Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
[02:37.19]No sling no spear
[02:39.12]I’m a patchwork of 86’d springs and gears
[02:40.94]Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
[02:42.68]During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
[02:44.55]Hmm, maybe an awkward phase
[02:46.73]Like his acne and sophomore fade, played
[02:48.03]Calling all out-of-work action figures
[02:50.58]It was death by saturn missiles
[02:53.95]Year of Release: 2012