Drawbridge - Aesop Rock

This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man 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
Around the middle around the middle
And it goes a little something like this
New walk in a broken sole pedigree incessant
Got gut the cruddy frame
The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame
Cut throats the result of pope
Jokes soaked in poacher constants
And now the jewel emits cold
Wander prominenthonour honour
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper
Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser
I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses
In case the hackers snatch the plumage
So you mean these things are worth money
Now drifting off
This is the who you calling homeless
Mock me fearful
Twisted and I got front row seats
At the dead concert
And you're in it
I chabod
Running out of most from the alamo we're moseying
My kind of people moseying
With my eyes patched universe
So I back it and gave my verdict
Oh it'll be soon real soon immune to doom blends
I eat ditch in the kitchen till every spoon bends
A glance along tomorrow sorry
Looking not at hopefuls where's the raindance
My little flint never dreamed would flood unpotable
See I sanitize nothing
For the sake of contemporary taste
Contemporary taste made my lip drop in
The first place incoming
Hmm yo why not be a czar analyze fallen heroics
Recognize root of the worship search and hold it
Who put the fun in dysfunctional I
Chronicle sun combustible donkey punching pinholes
In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good good
Drink up slop a goblet of dirt wine
I nurse a single application of introvert serpentine
Now a sunset without a scrape of red and plastic bag
Now sunk around his head sick sick sick sick
The sickness likeness
In the roofer's eyes and his alone
And nothing terrible happened to the bag
And brought on out
And clouds
The hiss cuts out
Suppose it's noise
And the piano
And the window frrraame
Sky and dirt that's fresh kept
From where I'm going holy other
Holy other holy other holy other
But
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
And before when I said 'shut the f**k up
It's none of your business'
That was to be in vain
You shoulda locked that up when you're all finished
Finished yet
Now uhm
I usually finish this number with uh my skull up
Everybody rally around the novel burners
Spit murder the matches
Where the junkies trade diseases
And the gullible trade passions
Then the masses wanna lean on me like o captain
My captain
Not considering maybe
Tis oarman hosts orbit attachments
Button button who's got the button
Take my name please
Button button who's got the button
Leaks the little checker men
Made out of lightning in my
Oh you like to help with goats see what
I got in this here locket
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
And I can't forget the not so perfect bow
Around the middle
Har bour