Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foul, artist - Restiform Bodies.
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Song language: English
Foul |
My dick get dizzy like a busy bayonet |
What a thug is nature laying hornets eggs in |
Baby’s bassinet |
My phone is out of order |
I’m breaking bread and water |
There is ain’t a criminal i know who |
Wouldn’t kind of want to |
Take it for granted |
Like an early release |
Not screaming premature teen age ejaculation |
But peace |
Put away your restless leg and never |
Wake from your sleep |
It’s been a while |
My number’s coming |
Bubbling up from the deep |
One day I’ll roar when the phone rings early in the morning |
Teeth turning saber without no fair warning |
Only image in the mirror make an entertaining target |
Satisfied examining his diet on the carpet |
When cramped as the cross in a decent apartment, |
He’ll start splitting at the seams like the real estate market |
The can’t stop, won’t stop clown of clubs |
Begins talking to itself, but the talk ain’t enough |
It’s trying to touch or to fuck a three dimensional what |
He wants to step into the plaque without packing its stuff |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |
Second chance like there ain’t enough tranq in the dart |
Vulgar, amateurish dance without a care in your cart |
Rubber stamp for a smile, bravest bear on the BART |
Gutter lamp light your way to the imbecile’s park |
You put a chump in a tux and you give it a wand |
You let it lead, let it wave 'til the end of the song |
You make it read, make it bathe with the cumber bun on |
And then you lock it in the house while you’re painting the lawn |
A Prozac prince winning no bread in the business |
I get to sweating like a yellow belly tele-tubby midget, |
Now I’m throwing up my dinner in the scuba regulator |
No way i wait around for a feeding frenzy to cater |
The human golden choke chain is a strain so rare |
It tethers dog-like minds to their folding chairs |
Each man a title screen loop, merely the slimy shell |
Around a feature crustacean of unlikely selves, |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |
My dick stay dizzy like a busy bayonet |
What a thug is nature laying hornets eggs in |
Baby’s bassinet |
In an Olympic sized minute I can’t finish the thinnest thought |
Which glimmers like false teeth in a cartoon bird’s beak |
Crack an obvious joke like it’s as sharp as a knife, it’s |
A retractable school play blade kind of life |
When all of your posture is finally bent |
Appear and vaporize in a dingy basement |
Until all the bozo bargain-hunters holler requests |
Until you’re muscles in the moss on the damp carpet |
My ego get excited cause a crippling fragrance |
Staring at my shoes in tranquilized un-amazement |
Trap snapped tight looking dumb as the David |
Do the drag and drop dance like I need a new agent |
You know your image cannot simply step out |
Unannounced without a caramelized computer effect |
To compliment the torso cooling you with dishes of sweat |
From an untroubled world in the medicine chest |
Each wave woven bone of the subject exposed |
Leaves blue blocks of piss from airplane commodes |
Which arrive arrive on the world like orphans on steps |
Like redundant yet unfamiliar free gifts |
While dick-no-tized reach into your magic graduation gown |
Feel the organs turn summer soft serve nature’s nervous now |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |
It’s been a while |
Since you went foul |
No sin is wild |
Or out of bounds |