Hang Ten Lyrics - Bestiary - Hail Mary Mallon

[Intro:] 

I've been having hallucinations 

[Hook x2:] 

I got style, I know the routine 

Y'all punks popping junk can't join my team 

[Verse 1 - Rob Sonic:] 

Down in the meadow with the hungry hound-dog 

With a sidecar helmet and 800 pound conch 

Cradling a calico growling shift towards 

The thorn in his paw and his call ignored 

Falling on his sword so that calling all guards 

To the zoot suit riot get your giants on guard 

With a roof boost gesture rocky dive bombs 

Eye of the goliath fly his Monty Pythons 

Circusing his Burger King sesame seed bun 

Fred parry berry with the weatherby re-runs 

Rent-a-ski beach bum with the broken Oakleys 

When he Hang Ten men for the locals only 

Rowboat slowly to the Roanoke docks 

And trade a musket for a bucket full of hobo socks 

And a rose gold watch, and a rototom 

And take a selfie with a selkie as a photobomb 

He give it how he get it and he got it bad 

A flare gun tucked in his locker latch 

For the hell of it and benefit of Mrs. White 

In the kitchen with the television clicker, right? 

No clue, no news, xanny-tabs 

Boat shoes, gold tooth, fanny packs 

In some fancy pants and a stussy hat 

Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly back 

[Hook x4] 

[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock:] 

Down in the meadow 

Darkening the heels 

Of the down-and-out animals 

Of dower day and sour mouth 

Will empty from a crowded train 

Oversee an evil plot 

And blend in with the basic layman 

Hey man, is that freedom rock? 

Yeah man, it balances the give and take of spinning plates 

While easing the transition from efficient to a living grave 

What started with a single flaming arrow 

Would grow into a figure 8 of incubated ammo 

In a blink, blammo, we cold packed the jam 

No cold pack so Cro-Magnon man 

Won't hold back homie 

Start a cult, paint the world black 

Old world magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps hope 

Nun bells ring for the plebian 

Melted down slow and poured into a fringe medium 

Picture it by poorly tinted sepia 

Ensuring it's remembered as a 

More important story than it really was 

What it really is 

A culture of chameleons 

Who must erupt a hairy eyeball 

Deep behind the peeling skin 

Hold fam, declawed knee-high 

House cats bred with 

Tin cans pre-tied 

Drink from the river 

'Til he return three eyed 

Talkin back to a Beefheart B-side 

If anybodies listening, I need a new apartment 

Something spooky with a garden 

Pardon 

[Hook x4]