Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delicate Cycle, artist - The Uncluded. Album song Hokey Fright, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Delicate Cycle |
I can take my finger off, old dog, old trick |
New twist like actually take the finger off |
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head |
Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with and |
Should they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls on |
Cut it from the shoulder while the saw’s warm |
The full appendage really make a world of difference |
Included too are 30 teeth to chew out all your critics |
32 would have been perfect, 2 were casualties of it’s it’s- |
I always wanted radder things for Christmas |
The rest were cool |
I’m shipping out a torso in the a. |
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You should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces — it’s important |
I can’t explain why now, by the way |
Legs in a crate delivery by today |
If a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his document |
You shouldn’t have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit |
My mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school |
She was outside during recess |
She had a whistle and I thought that that was cool |
She was really nice to all the kids who didn’t have a lot of friends |
She would give them hugs and tell them jokes or she’d play catch with them |
And, my dad worked at the laundromat which was really cool to me |
I’d get to open up the washing machines |
And clean them out and collect the money |
And I’d open soap dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside |
I knew how it worked and I was good at it |
And helping out filled me with a sense of pride |
I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye |
And I’d say «Hi! |
Excuse me, but do you mind |
If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?» |
My whole life is a |
(My whole life is a delicate cycle) |
A delicate cycle, a delicate cycle |
Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with head |
They said it used to walk upright and like New York after ten |
One day it woke up out of order, nothing more to extend |
Delicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zen |
When interpersonal skill is already poor at its best |
A conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debt |
And you don’t know it, but I know I owe you more than I’ve kept |
So if you find a biohazard by your door on the step |
Maybe it couldn’t find its faculties, but swore it would help |
Wanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies let |
Hang on, I’m overnighting eyes with a headlight-deer stare |
One up, Vin Van, UPS an ear pair |
Wear 'em if you need a new perspective on a weird year |
And one day when I’m better we can square away a fair share |
The last frame silhouetted by the sun |
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue |
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house |
With a washer and dryer in it and that’s the year I bottomed out |
Maybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes from |
Hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry |
And the company of other people who also don’t have the amenities |
At their convenience in a home that’s so set up that they never have to leave |
I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust |
The squeaky carts, the vibrations |
The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheets |
The old pay phone, the giant sink |
I’d watch my daddy mop the floor |
And my heart started with a quarter |
I’d watch my daddy mop the floor |
And my heart started with a quarter |