"Jackal" Lyrics

You can Culminate your bad intentions with an evil twist of superstition god forgives you in a vision but ill forgive you out of wisdom

Laughter in the aftershock from pitter patter jackal socks dandruff answers bitter hogs your sickle thoughts they piss me off

And loft oft talk walk is not as simple as the posh osh kosh lost 

The sawed off for naught wash brain disdain the lost arts  

Nahhhh

In the shorts of Pascal's wager I should wear the pants of do unto you

So I do since I don't have a maker ridiculous lies believed are untrue

Sick petunias In the wake of gifted baby boomers 

I could be an imposter in khakis but My sensory was sooner

Relieved than be deceived by leech and sheriff with a tuner  

With the tariff on my barracks of a motor tuned inducer 

Maybe I'm a Psychic, my high kicks on the ass of you and I click zeitgeist of high hopes in the era of a likeness of little tykes 

And Satan clause you're sure hes gone blahbiddy blabbidy blah blah blah

Presents in the present mind impossible to heavens high

You can culminate equivocations with a bitter form of gross relations

Saltpeter to lofty err possibly the naught be fair to one and two is dumb so fuck the sun and posse pairs ill not be there for assiduity I've never lucidly paid rocky fairs

I am the king of a rainy country, an atavism in the land of nod

I can't buy it I can't tell you I'm not a fraud

I am biased but I can tell you you won't find a god

Behind the lost pockets of psychic liars and whole hearted sharks 

Unadulterated arsenic on parsnip and parsley chips 

Heart has pumped and nothing dump on ruckus love the dusty lump

Pink giraffe eclipse the stack of bills and baggage this is

Something I've grown fond of being done with so I jump and cut the stump