Aesop Rock - Drawbridge lyrics

[Aesop Rock and Dose One:] This is not your ordinary ballad With a perfect little bow around the middle And a black knight on a white horse Or a white knight on a black horse It's got all these tired parts where We don't even sing at random Princess, raise the drawbridge We don't serve your kind It ends where it begins And the beginning isn't pretty Can't forget that not-so-perfect Bow around the middle ('round the middle, 'round the middle) And it goes a little something like this... [Aesop Rock:] Moon walking a broken soul pedigree incessant Gut the cruddy frame The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame Cut-throats the result of pulp jokes soaked in poacher constants And not a j**el amidst coal, wander prominent... honor (honor) I barter silkworms by the bucket like starter kits Sew your first martyr stitch Join damaged mammoth brigading caper Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser I keep a spare wing strapped to my fuses In case the hackers snatch the plumage [Dose One:] So you mean these things are worth money now Drifting off this is the who you calling homeless Mighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front row Tickets to the dead concert and your in it Icabod running out of morals for my allegory... moseying And my kind of people will sell only circles... With my eyes patched in a not so new universe So I beckon and bray but pretty bird just ain't muting the many [Aesop Rock:] Oh it'll be soon, Balloon immune to doom blend I ain't ditchin' the kitchen til every spoon bends A glance along tomorrow's sorry looking lot of hopefuls Was the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potable I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming . You wanna be a czar? Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worship Search and hold it. Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible Donkey punchin' pinholes in uncomfortable Zen conjuctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wine I nurse a single application of introvert serpentine [Dose One:] A sunset without a scrape of red plastic bag Noise sunk down around his head sick, sick, sick... stealing a peak There's a sickness in the roofer's eyes And his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bag Wrongs spilled off in and brought on out the clouds The hiss cut's out spills it's voice into me and the window Full of star is fresh kept from where I'm going Or the other only other way art. [Aesop Rock:] I've got charcoals in my heart, I've got charcoals in my heart I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart I've got charcoals in my heart, but I've got charcoals in my heart I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart [Dose One:] And before, when I said "Shut the f** up, it's none of your business" That was to be in vein Be sure to lock that up when you're all finished... uhh Well you see I usually finish this number with my skull open [Aesop Rock:] Everybody rally round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches Where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade pa**ions Now the ma**es wanna lean on me like 'Oh Captain, my Captain' Not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments... [Dose One:] "bu*ton, bu*ton, who's got the bu*ton" Take my name... please... Leaks the little gentle-man Made out of lightning inside my lock box Oh, you like to help with coats Wait until you see what I got in this here locket [Aesop Rock and Dose One:] This is not your ordinary ballad With a perfect little bow around the middle And a black knight on a white horse Or a white knight on a black horse It's got all these tired parts where We don't even sing at random Princess, raise the drawbridge We don't serve your kind It ends where it begins And the beginning isn't pretty Can't forget that not-so-perfect Bow around the middle ('round the middle, 'round the middle)