1,000 O'clock Lyrics - Skelethon - Aesop Rock

I wear shoes to bed 

Paint teeth on my lips 

Trench foot, gangrened for the win 

Blitzkrieg bopper 

Petitioned out of shit's creek proper 

The only inaccessible blip on the streaming doppler 

Screaming 'uncle' in a sea of TV doctors 

Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce 

The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing 

Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee 

More to follow, outside tweakers are in love 

Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers 

Poisoned or maybejust a misfit toy or two 

Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs choose 

That sorta hemming and hawing'll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally 

And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy 

Everything his cutting room scrapped 

On a silver screen that throws gummy bears back, attack! 

All these tribes hoard breads and wines 

These climates transform men to swine 

All these hives hide knives and lead 

These bribes can't transform swine to men 

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Sensible sweater on ice 

Devil horns high 

Like shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes 

Vendetta-drunk leader squealing 

"it's the real pig fever" 

Sick people pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers 

That's idle handwork in the spirit of death dealers 

Look at mommy's little Hercules 

Custom Troy Hurtubise 

Flourish in the blind spot of spittle county gore police 

Or really any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace 

1 plain brown key foods bag head 

2 holes later I'll see to this loose flatbread 

Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost 

The currency of brotherhood back in his cut palm 

It sucks, it's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs 

They seem attracted to the matters ofthe morally snubbed 

See my 'goodnight irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy 

Whole diner like "i'll have he's having" 

Photos 

All these tribes hoard breads and wines 

These climates transform men to swine 

All these hives hide knives and lead 

These bribes can't transform swine to men 

Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a pier 

They had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years 

Some said it was the food supply or shifting weather patterns 

Truthfully a whole community of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf 

As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort 

Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton 

Like a half-ton annoyance 'til the heart-warming story went public 

You'll need a montage, animals arriving in droves 

A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove 

Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony dove 

I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go 

Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty 

If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with salt water taffy 

Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like your basic 

Liberating moment of collective "fuck fame" shit 

All these tribes hoard breads and wines 

These climates transform men to swine 

All these hives hide knives and lead 

These bribes can't transform swine to men