El-p — Deep Space 9Mm lyrics

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two You're
behind the walls of new Roma you, wanna buy the farm (you wanna kill yourself) But
the land's not yours to own (but your life's not yours to take) Who
owns Police Who? holds fold green sold, sand to beach Blood?
beach Dance
with the land sharks clutchin' heat ugly, Monks
hung halo teach Hung
by the math where the cable reach A
hundred and sixty-six channels lit The
train that animal s t**Where
the mind's eye redefines Where's
God Buy?
car Kick, tires Back

in Eighty-Six I lived For
the four-course artistry Metal
worms took turns showin' off colors and s t**Like
I invaded a mating dance ritual Criminal
now Why
the things we find beautiful undermine power El?
Product flash vet text motherfuckers, is like "Al why, haven't we lept yet "?Dithering
sine wave twang for youth and brain management truth Then
vanish like "poof" You
can't touch the Krush Groove I
live on the lunch table Touched
fables Ducked
labels Cafeter
one heat em live for the terrordome stables Signed
to Rawkus I'd
rather be mouth f d****by Nazis unconscious Callin'
all bomb threats The
Radio re-activator caress, Under
hellafied missle defense Fenced
in better, blame it on fame's shitty grin Walk
with a bag full of kittens Take
me to the river and throw yourself in In
about four seconds the ether will begin to leak Who

wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist Soaked
in newspeak Dissolve?
into the syncopated fragments of vinyl Splashed
on loose leaf We
can embrace on the business end of my face first Joe
vs The. Volcano suicide leap Dance
with the vinyl monster Devil
in a blue sky flyin' with clean conscience Save
the gesture You
can't save the children we, weren't worth the effort I'm
a Caveman Your
modern ways frighten and confuse me I
watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think Are
those little people trapped in that box (No? Caveman), But
I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression Combined
with 8-step perfected Dirty
words paralyze crumbs and infect s t**Infectious
Insofar
as the ineffectual beg for the lectures Development
arrested Trapped
in the Cuckoo's nest Looking
for the nexus If
it's wild like that child fire 'em Infrared
scope in the clutch of a tyrant New
World lullaby Sirens, Stuck
migrants lust, and blind violence It's
all bad timing Getting
murked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island You
think that's spacey Deep?
Space 9 millimeter son, keep, smiling Existence

on the fringes and such My

generation just sit like ducks See

the rubble glisten that what I trust Tell

the historians I'm right here holding my nuts Right
here holdin' my nuts Right
here holdin' my nuts Right
here holdin' my nuts Right
here holdin' my nuts Existence

on the fringes and such My

generation make friends with slugs Thank

god for the drugs and drums Tell

history that I'll be right here hiding from guns Right

here hidin' from guns Right
here hidin' from guns Right
here hidin' from guns For

the love of god run,
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