Lyrics Prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon - Sinjin Hawke

Prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon

This is the prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon.
The quest for lust
Reenacted for centuries, imagined for ages
A vision so smooth, it could curve the sharpest of blades and steal.
Aurora borealis written in the stars!
(Stars)
Let’s guide through the catacombs of your desire
Let’s go into a commercial jet and push the emergency exit
And skydive!
Skydive, girl!
Let’s fall, no parachute
And we glide to our target destination!
Bullseye!
A majestic forest equipped with the hottest of springs
I wanna bathe you like Gatorade on a coach after a championship game.
I wanna roll into you like an armadillo
I wanna lay flat on my stomach like a taxidermy rug and let you do a handstand
on the arches of my back!
Doesn’t matter if you break that shit.
Imma see a chiropractor anyway!
You make a Bootyspoon wanna spend his whole salary on lottery tickets,
buy a rollercoaster and run that shit off the tracks!
(Cause all I do is win)
You make a Bootyspoon wanna unscrew a fire hydrant and take that water pressure
up into my face.
(Splash, splash)
Cuz it’s a heat wave
And through the haze, I see the vision!
I see you and me.
We makin' it
physically
I see it!
Believe that!
Hear that!
Let me take you to that!
Wooooo!
Feminine essence!
Ooooooh!