Cycles To Gehenna Lyrics - Skelethon - Aesop Rock

Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs 

Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump 

Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once—pale horse painted gunmetal black 

Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat 

Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span 

Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading 

For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37 

2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses 

Fireproof and festive 

Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign 

Knows no zen in the art of maintenance 

Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby 

Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone 

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief 

Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, 

every other mighty lion asleep 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

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The man-ape translates glam thru the visor 

Goes in water lillies 

Am-scrays Giger, and man—ray 

Crammed in a one-player campaign 

Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain 

Span where the praying hands mandate 

Bars an extension of the arms 

They're mutating instead of being farmed 

Tonight beneath a marmalade venus 

Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us 

Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus 

All cones you can slalom when your focused 

Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly 

And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee 

Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring 

And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie 

The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy 

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Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief 

Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, 

every other mighty lion asleep 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth 

It was less an act of hubris 

More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet 

Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia 

Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer 

I crowbar into the pecking order 

The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers 

Hug a double yellow spine 

Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope 

Those little fuckers run on passion alone 

This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate home 

Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge 

Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome 

Amassed against insufferable odds 

Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone 

I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me 

All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling 

Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil 

PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo...