Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Junkyard, artist - Aesop Rock. Date of issue: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
Junkyard |
| 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 |