Junkyard - Aesop Rock

Same hand that snuggled the barbed wire

Tug an orphan assortment of bell and three-alarm fire

Beautiful loser maneuver the goofy cubicle future alert

Big brother super-community burn

OK shoppers, tickets won’t last

For the straight-to-video «Dog-Boy eats glass»

To be a mess match rotate a role a Babylon (?)

Darwin on a peg taking his innervate to tag along

Ape escape gravitron, surly with two caps

One over the mask with …(?)

And it was home depot for the five finger lazy lift

Ironically the same five measure the spray radius

Spray gradient, baiting for city tetris

Double-breasted hecklers barking picket fences

Now mobile roads develop a special network

Which further upsets the rich to rubberneckers double-check us

Tonight the scum dance and I got all my money on the one with the lung cramps

Little rat in the maze, they score another’s (?) escape

Sorta likes the attention so he says check-in and stays

Answer: how do we record a documentary and suffering while ushering the public

hands in

Or transfer greedy bruisers to user-friendly stanzas?

I guess it’s like a junkwad full of dondy’s candice

Product, now, a tampered-with, contaminated shrink-wrapped variant of the

process, wow

It’s written by a messenger pigeon to hell’s kitchen

Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it

Clap once for the junkyard punks

Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights

Good, pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson

Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence

Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die

This is what I sound like alive

Two milligrams later, hits the stage

With Big Wiz on the fader, gravy aviators tipped low on the nose

And we ogle over the frame with a pine-box channel pioneer eye aim

Miyazaki makeover the BK sky

So when the jungle hits the city every insect is alive

Poison for the town square and by the stinger needle

And if I sound scared, it’s 'cause I pay rent with the little people

Dumb it down for none but none dumber

The dumb-out posse is off broadway for the summer, bummer

And stiller’s in her loch ness clock fresh and official the missiles

Rock bells, no bells or whistles

Shell-shocked with a flock of hell’s wolves or minstrels

Shell-toed ghosts or nostalgia signals

Grassroots schools always kept it simple

Pour the water in the dirt then observe the impulse

Dixie cup telephoner animate part door and port wars …(?)

Swarms formula: please hit snooze, keep a civil tongue in your teeth

You will need it to lick wounds

And he wrote his own laws, claws and cougars

On a fire in the sky sorta steers the stupider luke drums, dummy

Never off-base, with a resume of b-boyisms and pause tapes