Lyrics Spaceman - Non Prophets

Spaceman

Perfectly quiet and unmenacing
In a nightgown a tin foil hat
Journey in a world we destroyed and attacked
Mommy wants you to give her lubricant oiled back
The dirt farm hands kick dust skinned soiled
Black radicals packageble wrappedable shackled in padded rooms
And acting like a bag in a womb
Can’t we all just get along… stick and beat the shit out of each other with
it?
Ride the rhythm like the women who ain’t even trying to win if the prize is a
ribbon
These are the times that we live in when opportunity knocks only to be notified
of eviction
I called the public housing authority and let them know there’s a new sheriff
in town
Now they’re calling me the space man
I wasn’t scared to die until the government cut my air supply
A pipe bomb up my sleeve
A secret hand shake like you wouldn’t believe
Now peep the landscapes and take a good look at the trees
It’s get pretty lonesome around these parts so bring a good book to read
Single celled amoebas evolved into simpletons who started singing «Jingle Bells»
for Jesus
Not to knock the teaching Jesus brings
Cause the Bibles a good read like Steven King’s «Needful Things»
So many wasted nights cuddling with shadow people who couldn’t wait to be
replaced by the light
Take your life as a joke,
hey Phife, gravity don’t float
Tell Natalie it’s over
, cause I found a new cold shoulder to die on
She signs on and finds me within one click of an icon
My god has it come to this?
I’m the space man and you’re a filthy fucking bitch
White lies don’t count like my vote,
a type of guess without a message to promote
When Asian women get drunk they felt or they flew but they don’t
What the hell do I know beyond the harmful contents of coke?
Take a sip and think destructive,
my opponent wants to fuck to live beyond the moment
She’s on a pill called «Easy Killer» there she goes again in my sleepy slippers
Sneaky ain’t she?
I knew her speed she reps resent with no regret
With a dream catchers grow on trees
I leave to collect all my thoughts, when they say they’ll cover me it just
means they’ll forget their wallets
I was built with a til tinted beam on a scale of 1 — 10 your a double digital
guilt machine
Silk screened and pegged leggedable pirated radio D.J.
with a parrot that acts
a loof
Your Annie Difranco shaped hats and moose my blind side is hooked up to ideas
with some carrot juice
There’s ain’t no such thing as rap music, I’m the spaceman, get used to it,
stupid
Wanna act (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna flow (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna think (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna see (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna hear (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna feel (just like me now, like me now)
Wanna fly (just like me now, like me now)
But they can’t bust like this