ZZZ Top

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed themselves enough to artfully carve "Zoso" in his desk
They was probably thinking when they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a p- leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked

Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange
A switch he lifted from a sibling's Skippy jar
Who branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his s- was sharp
To here with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers
Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch
Capital Zed, slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control
Finally O
Into the eye of Goliath you goes

That levee crushing percussion
Will pull the monkey up right
Twelve or ghetto blaster
Blacken her technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate
The class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell'em you
Feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell'em you, feeling like
Something even more important arrived breathing
Something you should probably try feeding
When they ask how you, living you, tell'em you, living like
Something important died hissing, you, tell'em you
Living like, something even more important arrived giving
Something you should probably try willing

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust
Composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks
They was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk'
In a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick
Beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip

Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out
Flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated
From milled vellum to scissor kick
Silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned
She in the doorway seething began
"That clean white pair had a 3-year plan!"

Oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful loser it
Up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum
That key to Shambala, planet rocking
Bambaatta, sample chop
Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog
And he finds animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell'em you
Feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell'em you, feeling like
Something even more important arrived breathing
Something you should probably try feeding
When they ask how you, living you, tell'em you, living like
Something important died hissing, you, tell'em you
Living like, something even more important arrived giving
Something you should probably try willing

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve
Composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall
They was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled
With a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee
Punk's not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend
Via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese
Sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting its teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl
And birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills
2 dutch at a show in the front
Low-key to the can for a smoke and a f-, Trixie
Fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug

Snatch, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red
Gimme an "R", "0", and a slippery "s", over a web of the s- bands
That beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve
Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently
Offered through the circuits of an earlier plot
I'll see you at the bottom, ZZZ Top