Sage Francis - Clickety Clack lyrics

[Hook] Clickety clack, clickety clack Gather my things, and I quickly attack Sword in my sheath, knife in my back Keep enemies closer than where friends are at Rose in my mouth, the petals are black One armored suit, the metal's intact Come fully strapped with a skull wooly hat Just picture that, clickety clack Now I find my location and unfold a map My index inspects it and follows the path My horse is on loan, and I borrowed a staff From some mystical wizard, I will give it back But I'm off to the races, my face has got cracks Worn out and weathered like a red leather mask I've been through the storm, future, present and past Light as a feather, swift as a cat Cold as a rock, you know not what you nicked from my sack Little ba*tard, you'll get skinned for that And you'll swim with the fishes once I finish this task No strings attached, clickety clack [Hook] Kicked myself in the a** for not bringing my axe But I've got the flash paper and one single match Light won't escape me, a fire will catch You'll beg and you'll plead, you'll scream and you'll scratch But nothing can save you, you need to relax I'll keep you alive for a while, feed you scraps Love you like you deserve love, with some smacks A kick and a slap, clickety clack It's no longer personal, I'm simply detached From what's hurtful, I need to keep my business exact Separate beings, I can see our differences are vast And I can't bridge the gap, clickety clack Built a rickety raft out of twigs and some gra** And I made it to shore just before it collapsed Salute to this mission, take swigs from your flask Tilt your gla**, pick your poison, I'm poised to be fast On your scent, picked it up just by sniffin' the tracks Kept my ear to the ground and heard snickers and laughs Adding insult to injury for your criminal acts Now the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax [Hook] You should have known better than to be mingling with rats Got a lead to your shack from some gypsies in the trash Cryptic interactions, I asked them to stick to facts Made a trade and gave them everything that I packed Now there's a brick through your window, kid, sift through the gla** Notice the note in which the brick was wrapped Explaining that I know how you're quick to the dash But it won't be very long before you slip in my trap Like a moth to the flame with its wings in the wax It's hard to escape with your limbs in a cast Your heart will deflate when your wrists both get slashed And gradually I snap these synapses in half Magnificent crescendo, the cymbals all crash You'll pay for your deeds, but we don't accept cash We will mix and match this for that, tit for tat Gonna get it, get it back, gonna getcha getcha back [Hook]