Pissy Transmissions

歌詞

How are things for you? I been writing pretty lyrics But missing someone to sing 'em to Have the people you've been meeting been affable? I've been faxing you messages Errors syntactical If there's an actual opening in your space time Erase my voicemail messages from your dateline I taped mine under a false pretense A temporary lapse in cunning and lost street sense In the spring and summer It's all peaches Now a full court press But I'm running the wrong defense Grief stricken Cause she's Witches of Eastwickin' My cauldron's cold Cause the heat's missing Hope your pretty kitty keeps on pissing on all your documents Your kitchen smells of Polish sausages We're polar opposites A known common sense I've recently grown cognizant of: There's no point in polishing mud In the state of conflict, the refs will have quirks The ushers have flashlights, and I got works For the ways that you treat me with all and stalls And the things said discretely Let it go on, let it go on Lurch like a world spinning off its axis Cause the cat pissed on your faxes Sharpen up the axes We'll teach that kitty to piss on important transmissions I'm done with ass kissing Starting it was the hard part You're like a magician Fingers quick as a card shark I been a fan since then Loaning you an enlarged heart I sent you transmissions You were thinking of car parts Bought you an aardvark instead of an anteater And you pleasure yourself with electrical ass tweezers That's either a sadness or a sickness Giving a whole new meaning to being on her "shit list" I've been rescued Like Jews on Schindler's I'm still representing for the coupon spenders I hear your new dude has a Yukon with spinners I got some fresh fruit and a new Braun blender In the state of conflict, the refs will have quirks The ushers have flashlights, and I got works For the ways that you treat me with all and stalls And the things said discretely Let it go on, let it go on Lurch like a world spinning off its axis Cause the cat pissed on your faxes Sharpen up the axes We'll teach that kitty to piss on important transmissions I could never be a simple brother Cause the world ain't black and white Some of this shit's magenta colored There's different other shades of periwinkle When Mary tinkles It resembles berry sprinkles A crotchety thin old hairy wrinkled man Carries tingles Not to mention dingleberries How long has it been since there were people caring? An old monument cinched on uneven bearings Directing filthy poetry at his three canaries He finds Jesus very comforting in his old age Just left church Cussin' at people Road rage