Grayskul - Not Going Anywhere ft. Aesop Rock lyrics

[Verse 3: Aesop Rock] What misfortune befalls What crawls from the drain Dissolves in his aim Plus awkward spreaders out of spider silk crosshairs Christ Cross skip outmoded with the lost years Far away from puking with facials and unicorn tears All black storms over children of the cornfield Marching Mondays mostly morbid Within the confines of a sloping forehead I was into it all gussied up Play to win and aimed his chins up and up Belly over belt he put the 'must' in smut Son of aceline is statistically impossible Yet never misses holidays and visits in the hospitals Meanwhile feverishly Windexing his monocle To study all the missionaries picnicking in productville Might just recommend a little shuteye Before we bring the future to you motherf**ing Luddites