Tasmanian Pain Coaster Lyrics - Singles - El-p

Do you think that if you were falling in space 

That you would slow down after a while 

Or go faster and faster? 

Faster and faster 

For a long time you wouldn't feel anything 

Then you would burst into fire forever 

And the angel's won't help you 'cause they've all gone away 

Un, dos, un, dos, tres, quatro 

I saw this kid walking down the street 

I was like wait 

Bumped into this kid I knew, he often would walk strange 

So I ignored the blood on his laces so this cat could save face 

The dunks and the gaze stayed in an off gray haze 

And the lump in his pocket talked to the ox that he clutched safe 

So I saluted him there, waiting for the A 

Trapped on the empty platform without the option to escape 

Gave him the standard, yo, what up man, how you landin'? 

And the hypnotized response was no surprise, I maintain 

Yeah, we all do, that's the standardized refrain but on some 

Really real man, good to see you, really, what the dealy deal? 

Oops, fuck, screwed the pooch, asked too much, knew the truth 

On the train now, a caboose in his brain now, no recluse 

80 blocks to uptown spot, destination vocal booth 

Metro-card like, you get what you pay for stupid, no excuse 

He pulled his hoody off his cabbage rugged practical 

And began to fancy the words I mistakenly jostled loose 

The stogie he brazenly lit where he sit looked legit 

But when the flame touched to the tip I could smell it's of another nit 

He leaned his head back and inhaled the newpie dip and said 

"The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin', shit" 

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you 

This is the sound of what you don't believe still true 

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you 

TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two 

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you 

This is the sound of what you don't believe still true 

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you 

TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two 

The whole design got my mind cryin' 

The whole design got my mind cryin' if I'm lyin' I'm dyin' 

Dyin', I'm flyin', the same line, no disguise, guy, I'm bent up 

Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant 

To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again 

The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded wow for me 

Evidence of pressures mounting, residential shroud, King's County 

Brotherhood of the working wounded, wounded working city unit 

Taking out the trash and strappin' in, let's get it movin', stupid 

Many men make moves more useless 

Use abuse quick, losers, juiceless 

Bitch, either speak the truth or you leave toothless 

Two fists of the furiously ruthless 

Justice for my very own amusement with no regard for the conclusion 

I swagger with rats tappin' the glass in a Gov. lab 

Pass me the gloves, mask and flask of the cheapest liquor you have 

In the back of the Tasmanian path, insane again laughin' 

Cacklin' at the randomness of the city and all its facts 

The dark art of interrogation agent skippin' class 

And at last in a flash on my tip toes walkin' on cracked glass 

Gats blast and wiz by fast or just catch in my calves like hold that 

In other words, I'm trash, glad you asked 

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you 

This is the sound of what you don't believe still true 

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you 

TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two 

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you 

This is the sound of what you don't believe still true 

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you 

TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two 

Your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall, wall 

Said, your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall 

Your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall, wall 

Said, your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall 

Your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall, wall 

Said, your future's uncertain here now 

The plot smears on the wall