El-P – Fantastic Damage lyrics

(now

the evening has come to a close and
I've had my last dance with you so
on to the empty streets with me and
it might be my last chance with you so
I might as well get it over with the
things I have to say won't
wait until another day) Shut

up Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check
this out The

Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash Mechanisms
burn with beeping sounds that own their humans sold as ruthless
rounds of radio dust Cranial, mush men, get flattened out radials
spun on dusted combatant joust after
house of the dead heads fled it's, just the city moans Malignant
kid in it with sentence of sinister conferred Magna-funk
asbestos the, best at closed-quarters shit Some
will gravitate to the falcon and burn in wordlessness hangin'
with the herd is my joy we
buoy ordertake employ When
the farmers feed the murder rate ploy we
stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow the
citizens all love to be loved we, just follow figure
they ate the kids homey, so
fuck em save the adults Kids
are patriotic robotic, operate, catapults And
goose-step over innocence Vagrant
of Reaganomics phasing Read
the books that will burn at the barn raising (Independent
like a fuck) (Oh Jesus), You
misinterpreted that Funcrush shit So
man funcrush, this spectacular
dawning of the heardthinner faction where distraction is bliss Tyrell
took a sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin that) class
action suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed polyester American
history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring gimme, nodos quick you
need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique roadshow bitch, the
system bleeds for the radio angry rock, that wound aesthetic the
name of this routine is live at man you just don't get it please
try to compartmentalize my dick with
a little bit a that bitch hubris when
the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid every
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