Beep Sleaze
We space age but we lacing ancient aliens to a track
Setting our phasers to laser while dino stepping in the back
Of the time capsule
Got them fallen stars in a backpack or a satchel
That exact fact is past due like faded tattoos and your library books
Eaten by the worms in the motherfucking dirt
Speaking in terms of the end of the world
Breathing in germs that's more pure than any human form forced to tour
After they were born for more constipation
I'm war torn Spider-Man still in the plastic package casing
I make music for bored geniuses of the Mega-Man generation
Most of us will probably die like Elvis or Vincent Vega
Don't drop that singed potato
While wrestling dimpled gators
You sippin' anxious
We livin' dangerous
Kings change but the fool stays the same
And that's more proof in the pudding that when life hands you lemons it's time to bake a meringue
What he's saying is insane
This side of sanity?
This is the side of what was handed to me
But I'm in other universes
So go cop or purchase other editions of Earth to see what the opposite or reverse is
And curses in this blaspheming masterpiece
I'd rather be the fastest beast who's last of we to grab a piece and ask for peace as his last release
If you can see what I can't then please slap the sleaze after the beep
So there was a monkey on my back that looked like a boa constrictor
Holding a little sign at the airport farting jellybeans
Throwing up marshmallows and boiling a pot of fresh spaghetti
Waiting for tea time with the Yeti
She sprinkled pixie dust on the record
Said her name backwards 3 times then disappeared
Washing windows at the laundromat
Throwing quarters at ducks
Shoving bread in the coin slot using elbow rust
Some monster have jagged teeth and talk real quiet while looking off in the distance
Humming a sweet song for the resistance
Harmonizing with the sound of traffic
Chasing shadow puppets playing heads up 7-Up
With a ninja shadow throwing star repellant
Multiplied infinity times infinity
Waiting for her reaction
I'm just a product of my environment
Collapsing without a fire escape
I tunnel with a spoon end up in the north pole
Trapped in a cocoon
I learned that we only exist in our heads
So I trapped mine in a ziploc bag and threw it in a volcano
Setting our phasers to laser while dino stepping in the back
Of the time capsule
Got them fallen stars in a backpack or a satchel
That exact fact is past due like faded tattoos and your library books
Eaten by the worms in the motherfucking dirt
Speaking in terms of the end of the world
Breathing in germs that's more pure than any human form forced to tour
After they were born for more constipation
I'm war torn Spider-Man still in the plastic package casing
I make music for bored geniuses of the Mega-Man generation
Most of us will probably die like Elvis or Vincent Vega
Don't drop that singed potato
While wrestling dimpled gators
You sippin' anxious
We livin' dangerous
Kings change but the fool stays the same
And that's more proof in the pudding that when life hands you lemons it's time to bake a meringue
What he's saying is insane
This side of sanity?
This is the side of what was handed to me
But I'm in other universes
So go cop or purchase other editions of Earth to see what the opposite or reverse is
And curses in this blaspheming masterpiece
I'd rather be the fastest beast who's last of we to grab a piece and ask for peace as his last release
If you can see what I can't then please slap the sleaze after the beep
So there was a monkey on my back that looked like a boa constrictor
Holding a little sign at the airport farting jellybeans
Throwing up marshmallows and boiling a pot of fresh spaghetti
Waiting for tea time with the Yeti
She sprinkled pixie dust on the record
Said her name backwards 3 times then disappeared
Washing windows at the laundromat
Throwing quarters at ducks
Shoving bread in the coin slot using elbow rust
Some monster have jagged teeth and talk real quiet while looking off in the distance
Humming a sweet song for the resistance
Harmonizing with the sound of traffic
Chasing shadow puppets playing heads up 7-Up
With a ninja shadow throwing star repellant
Multiplied infinity times infinity
Waiting for her reaction
I'm just a product of my environment
Collapsing without a fire escape
I tunnel with a spoon end up in the north pole
Trapped in a cocoon
I learned that we only exist in our heads
So I trapped mine in a ziploc bag and threw it in a volcano
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Writer(s): A. Hecht
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