Paint The Canvas Brown
Analysis, canvas, cover up
Irrelevence, call me bastard, run 'em up
Just one drag short, of a bad cough
Please fill up my glass, so I could blast off
I've hit the jackpot, to often to count
I'm a pro
You could tell by the way that I mount
I'm not as young as I look
Or as lonely as I act
And I'm the only one here
That ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly
'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at
The 7th street entry
I'm honest depressed so she's got
Two hit's of exstacy
And right now we really need a referee
The boys with baseball caps like
To hear me speak they relate to me
Their trouble looks like mine
The women however they like to watch me fall
They like to watch me stumble
I do it all the time
Just one more, reverberated night
I'm a keep practicin', until I get it right
Continue to swim through whoever, whatever
Let the Earth turn 'till I
Learn to control the weather
Starving, trying to feel important
Hardly, well let me get my point across
Farming, gonna grow my portions
I'm guarding
Keep 'em from the greedy goblins
Heart string, they play me like a game
Bombarding, flatter me and come home
My darling, don't even know my real name
The bar scene, designated me a low life
Barring, between love and the truth
Starting to die, always in a rush
Sardine, packed me deep into the groove
Parking is easy when you ride the bus
Yo, carving, my name into the tree
Alarming, let 'em know that I'm there
I'm parting my hair like I part the seas
I'm barking my words into the atmosphere
Marketing, everyone come on down
To the party, we're gonna have a good time
Charting, spin my record round
I'm starving, I'm trying to eat my rhymes
Babylon ain't the far of move for them
Babylon and them got somethin' to prove
But when the battles on them
Not know what to do
You better move baby, you better move
Caught within the corner of the
Eye of the beholder
Supporters metaphorically massage from
Neck to shoulder
But the missiles with the messages
The man at the war with every issue
That encompasses the plan of the soldier
I like to hold my breath when I attempt to
Talk to the cousin that debts the men
I could walk all along ledge in ten
And fallin' off without one cent, no sense
Tell all my people I got
Sucked under a needle
And it's less about the evil than
It is about the ego more low, no high
Tryin' to fly like an eagle
How many folks can fit
Into a Volkswagen Beetle
He sleeps on a bench under a blanket
That doesn't charge him rent
He'd like to thank you for the time
And thought you spent regardin' anger
He knows it's hardly meant
You didn't mean it
And she's learnin' to pronounce all
The daddy's holy doubts
More bounce to the ounce
A mouthful of how did the
Clown make the magic
Make the rabbit make the sound
Pull it down, paint the whole canvas brown