Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal

Back At The House
Stepped out of the monastery, just off on a promontory Modern story, wig splitter Axis, horror -- gory Capicola roast with fury, heaven's toast to Curly Three stooges rope-a-dopin', hopin' boats with curry Heavy coated in the mirror, boom like Pioneers With a glass of Everclear, maxin' the sag, like paneer When the room speaks, outta zoom peeks Broom sweep the room in a goon's beak Dust coated -- my opus I been open, I been hoping timelessness is potent I been putting common sense in motion Dreaming of a daily routine She wear her hair just like a queen Close my eyes, see the last part of mine Spread it on like a lotion Walk to the edge, lookin' out on the ocean Took to the air, lookin' out on the ocean And how's the boardwalk today? What's the seer sayer? Soothsayer speaking through the kumbaya, gumba yayo Where the day go? Another passed, filling up the tray with a truck of ash They do anything for some fucking cash Bundle stash, sock heavy, incognito, Eugene Levy Letras de cancionesBest In Show -- eight years in a row Junkyard dog with the gold finger Where the cold linger Old soul -- a dead ringer And where's Ken at? Where the bins stack Picking up the pieces, where you been at? And I been flying letters through the chim' stack Tryna' warm my achin' hands Sending smoke signals to: Who understands lesser man? Still tryin' to be a better man But fat as the couch, back at the house Fat as the couch Out in the salty air, fair share for every care Sunshine on my face alone The grace and the taste of flow Trace of cold in the wet and still tones of my brittle bones Shake the will to kill, now chuck the pills Duck under the pier, peer heavy in the salt and sag Nails crooked, jagged, look snagged, books in the bag Jelly fill wash in the whale skin embossed in my crosshairs Got nobody to cross, what we lost here It was a salty year, strutting in the pumpkin fields Reminisce the dumping, touch the scar, fake caviar -- luncheon Where my life and fate met, encased in a grey sweat Thinking when my knee crepe'd like suzette What a diamond time, went into the diamond mines Now I got a half a ounce of tar in each breath And stress in each step Never on holiday, my island's just a mind away I closed my eyes today I asked the psychic on the pier, what I'm doin' here? As if the answer wasn't clear, she said, "it's been a year" And pieced together like collage all my greatest fears My stubbled year, my missing souvenir And where's Ken at? Where the bins stack Picking up the pieces, where you been at? And I been flyin' letters through the chim' stack Building fires with my queen, that's where I been at Buildin' fires with my queen My earth From Letras Mania