Knife to a Clowder

Intro:

Thanks for coming down, New York City, this is my town! I live in a one bedroom apartment, you know what that is basically, that's a room with a bed in it, okay? Fuck off!

Read a book to the moon, half asleep, read a book to the moon, half asleep, blood drunk in the sour cabaret, white knuckle punchin' in gator breath, facts, read a storybook to the moon, half asleep

Verse:

Ayo, yo, I plunge into the abyss, like syringes in a wrist
Sittin' on a floatin' nimbus, rudders diggin'
Into the planet, clown in Earth, draggin'
And bow in dirt, throw a party, and make your house invert
Art racks doused in ox blood
Stubborn farm yak housed in axta?
A tray you pullin' art tax from out the swamp mud
You couldn't see this (nah), movin' towards towns and fox hunt
Disheveled writer, lake house on rock bluff
Armchair pilot (what?), pickin' up, blow at the Hyatt
To make the escort, try it
Bat at your skull, I'm mad at it parkin'
That means I'mma slant the walls in your attic apartment
I fire bomb whenever you havin' an art gig
The rings around my eyes are two deep caverns of darkness
Styrofoam beats
Cast off on kaleidoscope seas
Xanies lookin' like xylophone keys

Outro:

The demonstration has taken place by workers in State Union Rights? and Denver chase, my Catholic (?) freedom of expression, has been circumcised, circumscribed, by professional men, hahaha