Lunar Wraith

See I'm off on another quest out of celestial coalesce
Astronomical solar trips with mind control robotic ships
Tracks for days beats for weeks lyrics align
Like constellations Orion's Belt the Pleiades

Caught you sweatin' the technique
Drought got you in a daft heap
Stuck up crippled in a creak
Up in smoke no Chong to Cheech

Freak magnet narrate my life like a dragnet
Pull a dragon out of my kitchen cabinet
Pull a top hat out of a rabbit
Put a system in my casket so I can bask
In the aftermath with my stash and still make some racket
Blastin' the classics

I get stoned and I construct shit like Stonehenge
It was me who built the pyramids
I drank from the Ganges peyote amongst the cactuses
Ayahuasca vision trips inside absinthe green palaces
I barreled down to Niagara passed through Bowie's Labyrinth
Sang back up on Abracadabra and I kicked it with Cleopatra

I lived in a white whale a rib cage was my loan jail
Found a buck knife on the fourth night I'll spare you the gory details
I sailed all seven seas escaped every pirate's tyranny
Cut the rope dropped the mask and swashbuckle off to Sicily

With my treasure chest strewn with gold doubloons and jewels
I probably buy a pair of Appaloosas and a pile of ruins
I gamble just a little to launder the loot
Buy some brand new fruit and purchase myself a fresh fly suit

I think I need a butler named Alfred and a cave to boot
I could use a sidekick but I guess the point is moot

I'm no vulture sulking or Christopher Walken
I'm a peregrine falcon and I'm stalking and locked in
On a wounded Macaulay Culkin

I stick my nose to the wind and I sniff like a hellhound
Ears up tail down see I'm picking up a scent now
Small snapped stick sounds still as a statuette in the background
Shrouded in the shadows and I'm leering near your campground

My cronies are only crows that scan these fields and meadows
Casting warning calls from willows for this prophetic pharaoh
See I've been tracking a rattled soul for a fortnight and a sack of gold
Bowie knife at your wind pipe backing down a manhole

Got my sonar pinging off your submarine
Hello Red October nice to see you Sean Connery
Are you defecting from Mother Russia or is it silence Sub robbery
Scuttle the ship there's murmurings of mutiny

I turn blades to flames when I whisper the spell
Drank antifreeze with skank and I'll see you in hell
I'm the wraith check your space sir we're racing for more than papers
I leave only traces of brake dust in the cadaver of each racer

I gutted gutter boy and I slaughtered skank to death
Next Auggie suffered the fate of my M4S
Last race check your bets name your price life or death
Cassavetes' corpse in a coffin a rusted wreck of a Corvette