Lyrics Panic Shopper - Restiform Bodies

Panic Shopper

Look at you vibrating, bent neck bowed head ps3
Building jumping panic shopper launch off the parking garage
In a Tony Robbin murder/suicide with infomercial knives
Head popped off a scene he would not cultivate
Now set the body up straight on commercial display
With its personalized oxygen supply
It’s not a well preserved pre-historic bird
It’s a 747 beheaded nursing seven scorched feathers
Minnow separated from its school in a pool of soap and water
Swimming, choking from a quad mom murder, murder
Culture stick stuck in its stripped strep throat
Here comes our tone deaf talking gorilla walking with
Typhoid Mary falling temporarily in love with a brittle female
Diagram who models a muscle relaxant like no other medicine madam can shoulder
the perfect accessory or pattern
A pirate on the carpet licks the legs of the cadaver
A pirate on the carpet licks the legs of the cadaver
Cadaver, abra ca dabra cadaver, cadaver, cadaver, abra ca dabra cadaver
Speak not bearish in the public eye of children
They depress so easily, visibly desperate
We’d move heaven and earth to keep them home, trapped and sexless,
move heaven and earth to keep them back from the exit
The only difference between you and me is my permission slip is signed to
yammer at a diamond sea of perfect fucking strangers
A pigeon is a dove living squeezed in between steel girder and concrete under
bridges over two world streets
He’s got a tendency to wander in and out of movie car wrecks
Now get your eyes checked watch how easy snap the snowy pick up sticks,
soft white doe’s leg off the mother deer’s carcass
The predator who took the thing apart is still around, yeah
I’m still around and it’s an ivory dip severed stem dream
I can’t forget
It’s an ivory dip severed stem dream
I can’t forget
Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,
Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,
lives of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smiles on your trembling Lilian
Gish lips
Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,
Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,
life of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smile on your trembling Lilian
Gish lips
I got a Costco, Sam’s Club, mama sonogram dub
Shove it in your brace face, swollen round the waste
With a big old caboose to pollute the juice and make you
True blue bashful in your bathing suit
Lost like my dad’s remote and both lungs I don’t got the perfect
Product for the Dracula numb
I think in unlikely shapes my alarm clock makes
I don’t research roles or know secret hand shakes
But how you gonna jump slow, you got to run
Fold your wrist when you let go
Your hand’s subtle but it jams when it goes cold
Now understand that your sunk when you’re stumped and you’re stuck once you
think so
When I’m susceptible to feeling invisible
I take off a testicle and measure its temperature
This casual exercise prolongs the inevitable, examine
My potential, then I juggle my vegetables
I yank on it regular, it ain’t at all sexual
It’s nothing supernatural it ain’t a collectible
I don’t need a vasectomy, I produce nothing actual
It’s a disappearing act that ain’t the slightest bit magical
At least I ain’t no lame fugazi fake gangster
Ain’t no trip hop flip fantasia
I ain’t no sentimental teen ager
I’m a real-time hater even if I
Leap the dips, leap the dips
So beyond belief it’s a treat to flip
Every ga ga geek gets chicks when you
La la leap the dips
Leap the dips, leap the dips
So beyond belief it’s a treat to flip
Every ga ga geek gets chicks when you
La la leap the dips
Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,
Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,
lives of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smiles on your trembling
Lillian Gish lips
Are you yet constant frequency little warring Schopenhauer,
Roaring mouse on mountain top, starving priest with sharpened stone,
life of dozing comfort and preliminary bliss, smile on your trembling Lillian
Gish lips