Lyrics
So i gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates, wearing a portly stole
pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music
To it s concerning his golf swing, i m into motorcross and am a planet z3 colonist
Wearing a portly stole, i ve got a comb over coif and a smoker s cough, a crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer
Must have a glory hole, but my wonderland s been deforested and poached
i m scoliosis jones
fuck you then
I used to stab niggers with quarter notes, fuck you then, picking out the pig s feet in the fattening curd cobbler
i ve got a comb over coif and a smoker s cough
Fuck you then, that makes perfect sense
i m scoliosis jones
Pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music, flossing and stuff because he thinks we care, i m scoliosis jones
A crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer, must have a glory hole
His personal assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth, because he s nova scotian Jones, we all laugh at your expense
His personal assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth, a crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer Jones, for slow nights i m in old type in almanacs
I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic, hi my name s scoliosis jones
Full of broken bones oh yeah, he signed a ten album deal with a pinky swear Jones, wearing a portly stole
popular opinion s burgeoning gulf leans
There s always blood on the toddler s teething ring, full of broken bones oh yeah
Picking out the pig s feet in the fattening curd cobbler, i am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic, i m scoliosis jones
Full of broken bones oh yeah, fuck you then, that makes perfect sense
Full of broken bones oh yeah, my cardigan reeks in partisan pink, because i m barton fink in the martian sphinx
I ve got a corn ethanol powered copter pack, i am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic, because i m barton fink in the martian sphinx
i m scoliosis
He s fellated by a roster of vapid poodles and eats apple strudels, we all laugh at your expense, but my wonderland s been deforested and poached
So i gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates, i am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic, your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery
splayed cable bays to liquefy the heath
With tweezed brows they seed clouds with dreidels and beads, when the political climate is clearly soviet Busdriver, pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music
I ve got a comb over coif and a smoker s cough, but my wonderland s been deforested and poached, must have a glory hole
Cocaine nasal spray, but my crackpot persona s an eerie cozy fit
I ve got a corn ethanol powered copter pack, must have a glory hole
I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic, i ve got a corn ethanol powered copter pack
he needs legitimized conceit
Hi my name s scoliosis jones, his personal assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth, i m scoliosis jones
full of broken bones oh yeah
Must have a glory hole, your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery Busdriver, to it s concerning his golf swing
full of broken bones oh yeah
must have a glory hole
full of broken bones oh yeah
A crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer, wearing a portly stole Jones, we all laugh at your expense
we all laugh at your expense
Picking out the pig s feet in the fattening curd cobbler, must have a glory hole
Twirl and flail around the motor fire and foreign policy deodorizer, i m into motorcross and am a planet z3 colonist
that makes perfect sense
But my wonderland s been deforested and poached, because i m barton fink in the martian sphinx Jones, full of broken bones oh yeah
My cardigan reeks in partisan pink, in the headliner s buck rodgers seating wing Jones, i m scoliosis jones
I m scoliosis jones, wearing a portly stole, i am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic
When the political climate is clearly soviet, fuck you then, picking out the pig s feet in the fattening curd cobbler
To it s concerning his golf swing, for slow nights i m in old type in almanacs, hi my name s scoliosis jones
Full of broken bones oh yeah, that makes perfect sense