When The Tooth-lined Horizon Blinks Lyrics - Perfect Hair - Busdriver

All that we wanted 

Were lays to defy 

You can keep these streets 

Me, I'll take these skies 

But all our beliefs 

Turned out to be lies 

So, blink me, blink me away from here x2 

(Tell em') 

Blink, blink, blink, blink 

Blink me, blink me away from here x2 

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Sipping lukewarm water outta open grenades 

Rocking a fresh Sam Kinison coat and beret 

High School pep rally yelling vote for Bernade 

Drowning my vocals in that broken delay (yyeeaahh!) 

Let's celebrate solitude, grand prize gold plated 'lectronic pocket 

So cool when I swim all the Manatees die 

I learned my cool tricks from Nick off of Family Ties 

And so i'm leanin' 

My crucifix earring gleaming 

There's cotton 'round the frame dream sequence 

I talk real low like genius (left alone) 

Yeah, so don't walk this direction 

House party playing Twister on a autism spectrum 

Dark poor and lazy 

Till I dye my eyebrows like Martin Scorsese 

And all of a sudden y'all respect my art form, crazy 

Huh, who'd to thunk it? 

Started a new food service called "Chicken and the Crumpets" 

Saw ya moms and guitars sitting licking on the trumpets (oh) 

Cuz your mothers disgusting 

Photos 

Feeling so inadequate on a stretch of Crescent heights 

Those aren't stars above me man, those are check engine lights 

And all of my fondest memories compressed to precious megabytes 

So I mad to christ tabs[?] 

As I address heads on pikes 

Everybody's been sentenced to death in the computer lounge 

My IDs got serial numbers swallowed through [?] 

Dance crowds wearing death shrouds roaming in this music town 

But another pollutants dissipate when I'm zonin' 

My nigga it all makes sense when I'm zonin' (left alone) 

And all my time is spent treating home studios like panic rooms 

So rare and colorful pantaloons that turns into a pay day 

Now I vay-cay in the Cameroons 

I grew flowers in the sand and do [?] 

So on my face the camera zooms 

But when the cloud of antimatter bloom 

Was from a wasted afternoon those florists become fascist goons 

Those florists become fascist goons 

Ya get me? (na dude) 

Treatin' my niggas like the rashest coons 

Handed this rash with the plastic spoons, common' 

(I mean sometimes I need 

I really just wanna disappear)