Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Motormouth's Anonymous, artist - Oliver Hart. Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Motormouth's Anonymous |
| So I says to the guy «Hey, I’m writing a screenplay» |
| But Pavlov did pair it with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason |
| And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize from me |
| And at the exact same time in a totally different novel much stickier than this |
| one came the life of a salesman when card houses crumble |
| Dammit what word rhymes with «Hide the spike?» |
| Hey uh… can I borrow one of those cigarettes? |
| I don’t know, I don’t smoke |
| Everyone I know is hollow |
| So what am I to do I can’t follow |
| Their footsteps If I wanna see tomorrow |
| I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening |
| So I don’t succumb to the sorrow |
| Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal |
| The garden of weight to harness equates that of a car load |
| Borrow me five dollars for the art show |
| I’ll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle |
| Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardboard |
| Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk |
| My ego problem’s just a parcel |
| Vertically I cruise currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode |
| Momma’s little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals |
| He’s not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows |
| He’s got a hair on his arm for every dart thrown |
| Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds |
| For the followers, the deputies and the marshals |
| And especially the MCs who haven’t yet had their card pulled |
| I roam the streets with a necklace made of shark skulls |
| And a tooth in the ground that’s how I leave my mark |
| Don’t you think American Beauty was way better than Fight Club? |
| I mean did Einstein reject quantum mechanics because uncertainties for devils |
| or is that flower just not worth plucking? |
| It’s intriguing, jeez this fucking phone cords |
| I know a song you don’t know |
| I bet this glass will still be see-through next year |
| Hey uh… c-could you order me another beer? |
| I don’t know, I don’t drink |
| I used to always talk shit about MCs, but then I realized |
| I gotta grow up one day you see, now I’m more civilized |
| But, that is why you pitiful guys didn’t die when victimized |
| Cause I still got it in me to bend a sissy and send him to his demise, |
| pus drips from a bitter sky |
| What’s this from is it my karma? |
| The snake eats its tail Wake me up fail to break free from jail |
| Flaky and stale’s my armor |
| 18 and frail as cardboard It’s a hard chore escaping from hell |
| Pardon me for my language your honor |
| But lately I feel anguished conquering my inner power |
| A martyr racing a snail a yard or so behind |
| I’m wandering through the forest like a poor little coward |
| How were the head games that you experienced? |
| I nearly pissed my pants as I missed my chance to be |
| Seriously advanced |
| Spiritually enhanced |
| I’d watch the flame flicker and dance but I can’t my man I got plans |
| I stand strong with my hand on the mic |
| Tryna freestyle the answers to life |
| Cause uh, you know I consider myself a pretty good freestyler |
| Yeah I like the sound of that (So what happens next?) |
| What happens in that space between «I love you"and… |
| Gödel's theorem suggests certain information can travel faster than the speed |
| of light |
| But I keep flashing back to the first time I broke my teeth |
| But I’m on Mars |
| So smile strong, breathe good |
| The writer of this riddle is dead |
| Walking, walking, running, left |
| What’s really going on? |