Skratch Bastid - The Beatific lyrics

Know-nothing bohemians, arcane and lenient Disobedient hicks addicted to the main ingredient There's more of us. It's safe to a**ume there's a movement Drown in doubt. Down and out. There's room for improvement Casualties, gradually wreaking havoc, wrecking spots Connect the dots. No such thing as second thoughts Representatives of new truth and evidence. Hardly darker Cycles and currents. Disciples of Charlie Parker Che Guevera, rock star. f** off The beat, the beat beat. [2x] The plot thickens! The clock's ticking. Time's already brief On the road and underground. The steady grief of the petty thief The hustler. Muscular body, lazy brain Riding the crazy train. Link in the daisy chain Jism and Benzedrine. Booze and shock therapy Heresy. We look dangerous and talk terribly A nation of millions. Exclusive. Only the lonely I know for a fact that your heroes are phony baloney Maybe it shows. Known for the brainiest flows Poems for no one spontaneous prose It's important. Vital. Complex text distorted The coming of war and the next recording of Dexter Gordon Vs. everything! The lowest life. Dizzy heights sh**ty sights. Shots in the dark and city lights Laws of the lords. Applause and awards Everything belongs to me because I am poor... Che Guevera, rock star. f** off The beat, the beat beat. [2x] Abstract expression. No control. Hood jacket Work boots. Swollen pockets. Stolen goods racket Neutral. Camouflage. Better to show no style Stay normal. Amoral. Keep a low profile Smuggler. Fighter. Struggling writer. Pervert Competitive fetishist. Bad seed, preferred dirt Words hurt. Above and beyond extreme legality and censorship Enter the new supreme reality Che Guevera, rock star. f** off The beat, the beat beat. [2x]