We got our first apartment and spent six months in the front room laughing

Darkness was attractive

Dust in the cabinets cause we could only afford paper plates, no napkinsYour mother approaching us, the repercussions of life, no ramekins

I learned to be a man again

I learned to be a mannequin

I learned to be a man again

In my mind I′m the corduroy coon prince

From the outside I'm more like a really dumb doofus

Rap albums made my face expand like lupus

Quit college, I never made it to a senior student

Because I had a dangerous secret like Remus Lupin

That means I′m a scary fuckin' werewolf

Swear to god I nearly blew my brains out on Tuesday

Safari Al taught me how to hide it like a toupee

Now I'm eating Domino′s with the lads on a Thursday

It′s Hellfyre til I'm dead

That′s not per se

Listen to Mike Eagle's dishes

When I know I′m gonna feel weird

Because I can't call him up

Just to say I feel weird

Family dollars pots and pans rust too fast

Asking if I can borrow his preamp and other doodads

"Hey Mike, Rory here... calling about that preamp again"

There were seventeen days

Where I only read Jean Genet

And before bed I only watched Office Space

That was a polarizing experience

Where do I go to be notarized as delirious

Tall and thin built like a NFL punter

Couldn′t afford cover art by Clementine Hunter, my nigga

Don't bet you're passing

Type of dude to beat you with a sculpture of Fletcher, Magnum

Point out how your aesthetic is totally lacking

See what you need to understand of Kant′s notion of the sublime is that there needs to be an element of clear and present danger

Something so beautiful it could kill you

Like if Kim Kardashian were to smother the life out of you with her enormous butt cheeks

That would be a truly sublime experience

I know I made a mess, it′s time to pick-up sticks

I know I made a mess, it's time to pick-up sticks

I know I made a mess, it′s time to pick-up sticks

I know I made a

I know I made a

You can't tell me why

You can′t tell me why

You can't tell me why

Cause you never fuckin′ knew

You can't tell me why

You can't tell me why

You can′t tell me why

′Cause you never fuckin' knew

This is an alcove

This is an outpost

This is a village in a poplar grove

This is an imaginary place

This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper

This is an alcove

This is an outpost

This is a village in a poplar grove

This is an imaginary place

This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper

We will not tolerate

Beating, lynching, burning, whipping, pillaging, torturing

Mass murdering of blacks

We are not your o-r-d-i-n-a-r-y

R-a-p-p-e-r n-i-g-g-e-r-s

On our chest is wickedness

The Press is telling us lies

We will not tolerate

White men rape black men

Black men take it upon chopping up bones

Smothering them in plastic

Dipping their head in acid

Wondering if Dommer Dies

We will not tolerate

Daryl Gates, hates, beats blacks

Creates mistakes

False facts, fuck that

Getting my gat from under my hat

Surprise, wait, don′t wait

Anticipate fate liberate state of mind

Serve millimeter nines

We're reaching out so we can feel the blind

Here it′s clear

We will not tolerate... fear