Nosferatu is my father
Possum hang across the rafters 
Pigeon flutter ever upward
K mart 
It's a nail on the outside 
Outer edge n bent it downward 
Lighter whit the flint a bouncin 
Lighter than the ozone layer 
Locker case where all the blood at
Basket case for all the buzzards 
Coldest feet among the Folgers
Oldest reef amid the oil rigs
Mobius strip is how my life
LeƦther strip is how my ears
USB is how my choices 
Kosher salt is how my voice is
 
Lyric comment on my coyness
Wooden drummer on my wristie 
Water bottle society 
Saving gained notoriety 
Vinyl records are my aura
Petrified aesthetic
Coca cola aquaduct 
King Cobra is my doctor 
Cheekin what ya voklie for? 
Border collie hardly joy
Fiber ultra fiver push 
Wire optic high stone age 
Finest Acapulco Gold
Mighty mighty ugly tones
Get me going in the morn
Get me going in for broke 
Donnie Darko at the window 
Bob barker on the cymbals
On the television, pictures
Picture power figure say his allies you and the enemy evil
Watch them fall for it like Rome
Watch them doin what they told
Spock, shocking upheavals 
Stocking up on mystery
Mispronouncing fearlessly 
Nothing there a clear drinky
Pacify a mere binky
Askin' them a what ya thinking 
Castaway the ugly inchworm
Wilson in a game of pickup
Books were lost at sea 
Carharted modern bard
Fire hardened on the farm 
Parboiled in your arms
Not my voice on the phone 
Not my face in the mirror
Gargoyles aren't stone 
Matter how they might appear 
You will see they're made of fear
If I'm Not myself then who is? 
Not myself but then who am I? 
Couple jokers out a new deck 
Whither way the boolean fly
Either day I'm either Eeyore 
Or a three toe in the treetops 
Or Dr Gonzo in the bathtub 
Haven't cracked the code yet either
Robin hood might be my hero
I find art along the street 
Not my face that's in the mirror 
Not my voice that's in the beat 
Not the faintest bit of dope
All that glitter isn't hope 
All them cinema n shows
Not the shit for everyone 
Life ain't all a Fiji Water
Unless you got the avocado
Those folks are olive garden
Never had a hot tamale 
And Propeller portabello
Shot ya burger tween the lettuce
 bun lost most its sesame
 The beef, they haven't noticed. 
 
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