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[Aesop Rock] By the comb in his beard, he is weird when hes lonely, I'm lonely and weird Party in the backside globe at the ear in the wake of a sobering year Faces of death on the regular, tricks of an apex predator Escape from a tray of developer Uncle a couple days off the sauce and all black is a basic corpse A cold turkey dressed like a staple forced the brand new Vick pick from an ancient wall he went Hither and yon brown liquor like a scissor in his palm that would cut away his kid and her mom Best laid plans go off and arrive but I still use knots he taught me to tie Never met an angel, never knew a ghost Though I swear on the cast I can hear a little voice going "Oooooooooo, Oooooooooo" From Letras Mania