Zero Dark Thirty - Aesop Rock-歌词

Zero Dark Thirty - Aesop Rock

Unsigned hype front line aeronauts flurry

Zero dark thirty zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild

Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines up

Beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes

Devolved into mothmen munching textiles punisher

Out past go-time back 10 fried worms chubbier

Brown grass both sides canned food manmade tools

Lanacane band-aids mandrake root

Bindle on a broom stick

Pancaked shoes and handshake-proof campaign

Can't lose can't gain smoke out moles like a force of nature

Pray fortune return to his favor swiftly

Maybe in the form of a nest egg

Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray

Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate

Than powder on your face like a flat foot on jelly day

M-m-moral compass all batshit spinning

In the shadows of immoral magnets

Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict

I mean i guess it matters to me

I wish it mattered to you

How a thousand virtues

Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Breakneck pulse over color in a drain

That emote sugar skulls in the rain

Flower-eyes melting

Guided by a levy made of bath tiles tilting

Quarter up and headed for the kill screen

No corner cut no build team

Only a particularly menacing

Angel perpendicular to everything

Boys room cherry bomb

Boy goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron

Hello here's where a tale of caution

Pounds coffin nails to bootlegs of hawkwind

Saw tooth nevermind straw to gold

Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles

Arm in the maw

Fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall

A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause

Get stuffed with cartoon cigars

Cold pack neti-pot home to roost

Around folk backed into what they most lampoon

Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles daisy

Declawed pound no thank you fade me

Failed all basic training

But i spent a couple groundhogs days with a changeling

Silouhette the god last cigarette

Anything less would be re-god-damn-diculous

Roving packs of elusive young

Become choke-lore writers over boosted drums

In the terrifying face of a future tongue

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one

Down from a huntable surplus to one