Mr Blessington’s Imperialist Plot - Astronautalis

Mr Blessington's Imperialist Plot - Astronautalis
Pretty patricia was a nervous wreck deadened by the darvocet
Furnished by a charlatain posing as a pharmacist
Propped behind a pearly desk
She wears the phone with burdened breath
And hands she holds for reasons wanton
Is the whilring dervish games this is just the receptionist
The skeletons and hallowed halls number of every word
Could be buzzing right through this honey comb
And I am just a lonely drone with a notepad and a picture phone
Whose nectar is a collection of transgressions and subversive flaws
Darrell's darling carries all of hr on his back
Can only hide gisette because the fetish waftings of croquettes
Well mrs darla's down the hall
She keeps a watchful eye its on accounts receivable
Leaving it blind to the concubine
Lady darla's not the cleanest grape inside the crops
She keeps her eyes inside accountants
As she skims right off the top her saccharine little skins of cream
She sneaks out in her hosiery
To hopefully she pumps the petty plunder in the slots
Every now and then the best laid plans of mice and men
Fall apart at hands of unassuming champions
I collected so much dirt I would tover scoch
Slaving in this basement one day this will all be mine
One day this will all be mine one day this will all be mine
She was so outwardly nonpareil I was enraptured by the act
Of cracking her seamless shell
Catching esteban with hand in his till is muy facil
But this girl's skills are past the run of the mill
We command with abandon the plot take what he got
Setting up shop with a cloud eight view at the top
And everybody's got bones hers are harder to spot
With her appointments pinned down and her hair done up
I devote everything that I've got to stalking this fox
There's got to be a fracture in her porcelain plot
That's where I slipped up lost in her wash
She doubled back upon her tracks and she caught me off guard
She's impossibly smart I am defeated at my own game
Caught me collecting dirt to blackmail them for my own gain
A tower made of dirt castle built from glass
And a pocket full of stones until the last one's cast
Every now and then the best laid plans of mice and men
Fall apart at hands of unassuming champions
I collected so much dirt
I was buried down alive stand in the base until the day I die
Until the day I die until the day I die until the day I die