Tekstovi: Aesop Rock. None Shall Pass. 39 Thieves.

Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms


Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep
Like I gathered 'rouind 39 thieves in a beat of dark dirty swarms helvetica bound proper, from the odd gods or monsters propped up on telepromptors.
Wild blue yonder, blew in the face angel, I blew into the buegel in lue of the euthenasia 'cause usually the shooter community chew the corpse, but I see the wolves have already gotten to you and yours.

Day of the dead. Play the ledge closely. Train the barrel of monkeys to aim at the lowest bogey (Dope) The gonzo have always felt choked socially- wandered through the streets and the culture of total nobodies.

Earth lies divided by fighting tribes, all we do is watch em waddle back and forth lighting fires. Money-Money Detonator, wire-cutter, pliars. Two cities enter, one is broken up in tiny townsAnd I won't pose, I'm in the heart of the lion's throat
For a photographic token of my primordial growth
You parade around and kill, so damn proud
Like a flatline fetish, had it's feathers fanned out
War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly
Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
Hell's bells every which way the the wind blows
So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go.

Another dark night
Another not-all-right
Another bad ritual
More botched surgery
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
Or waddle through this section where the natives feel murdery
Vicinity wander
Claim no zone
Never let an anchor drop
Never had a home
Never talk to strangers
Never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end.

Money Money Money Money
Money Money Money Money

Next time think
39 Thieves are quicker than 40 winks
Raise your drinks
39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks

We're not concerned with the community aloofness
Duke, we're animals, we just go where the most food is
Lower the toast, most formal etiquette is useless
Truth is you're equally expendable if spoonfed
(Money Money)
Money is cool, I'm only human
But they use it as a tool to make the WORKERS feel excluded
Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is
Bullets don't take bribes stupid, they shoot shit

Another dark night...

Calicos tread around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens and arsenic where the carrots grows
Piss warmed sugar water wore the summer canteen
Plus burned rubber like "green is the new green"
Rubber necks froze, slows by the multiplex
Rodeo commotion, I'm open to see what culminates
Booghie on the right, left rep rebel force
Both say the feudal'LL PROVE
the parking lot was never yours
Black top pebble wars
Soldiers mold it where the Jones is every grown up
Want the code again to get to grow in
No motive, it showed up in dose quotas
Hog barn burner come see if your homes hold us
Eighty-five rattle-trap parked through fancy
Which swayed with stepping out of Comanche, antsy
Let us in the jetty when they JETISON the medicine
And paranormal hatchet and cadets to break the levees in
Both know the totem comradery
Token of equality, they post it horizontally
Chronicle the loading dock, they crawl to lodge the colony
Half-mast flags, half-cabs through the property
And sleep the sleep of the just
Ready on the left
Where the witchcraft spun out of a neighboring sect
With the usual undesirables and the big brother cutters
On the day your name became "This Motherfucker?"

Another dark night
Another not-all-right
Another bad ritual
More botched surgery
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently
Or waddle through this section where the natives feel "murdery"
Vicinity wander
Claim no soul
Never let an anchor drop
Never had a home
Never talk to strangers
Never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end

(Thanks to andyeffinheald for these lyrics)