Handfuls Of Sky
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โฑ๏ธ 5:09 duration
๐ ID: 237469
๐ Lyrics
The water retention in the bogged down pickled ear
Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
As I tie you to the railroad stakes
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
And a reticent sun
So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky
The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
Matching in, white, blue, red
You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
Till the soil to put a parish on
When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
I can outsource sorcery
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs
(Hey, go!) x3
So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky
Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
As I tie you to the railroad stakes
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
And unveil drawls
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
And a reticent sun
So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky
The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
Matching in, white, blue, red
You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
Till the soil to put a parish on
When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
I can outsource sorcery
They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs
(Hey, go!) x3
So I'm turning on the waterworks
Cutting through the modern murk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Turning on the water works
Shunned where founding fathers lurk
Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
To render handfuls of sky
Cowering in firefights
Stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights
I render handfuls of sky
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:46.90] The water retention in the bogged down pickled ear
[00:48.73] Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
[00:50.50] Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
[00:52.32] Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
[00:54.13] I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
[00:56.84] Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
[00:58.64] Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
[01:00.41] I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
[01:02.26] They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
[01:04.08] And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
[01:05.86] Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
[01:07.69] I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
[01:09.47] Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
[01:12.15] On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
[01:13.98] Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
[01:15.74] As I tie you to the railroad stakes
[01:17.52] When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
[01:19.42] I can scale walls
[01:21.28] Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
[01:23.07] And unveil drawls
[01:24.84] When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
[01:27.56] I can scale walls
[01:29.35] Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
[01:31.14] And unveil drawls
[01:32.90] They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
[01:34.76] But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
[01:36.51] Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
[01:39.27] And a reticent sun
[01:41.03] So I'm turning on the waterworks
[01:46.48] Cutting through the modern murk
[01:48.21] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[01:50.04] To render handfuls of sky
[01:52.72] Turning on the water works
[01:54.51] Shunned where founding fathers lurk
[01:56.36] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[01:58.26] To render handfuls of sky
[02:00.95] Cowering in firefights
[02:01.81] Stepping over fly-by-nights
[02:03.67] Contrary to prior plights
[02:05.42] I render handfuls of sky
[02:08.19] The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
[02:17.14] Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
[02:18.93] Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
[02:20.77] Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
[02:22.59] I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
[02:25.20] That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
[02:27.01] Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
[02:28.82] Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
[02:30.63] Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
[02:32.40] To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
[02:34.29] Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
[02:36.06] Matching in, white, blue, red
[02:38.76] You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
[02:40.64] You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
[02:42.41] When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
[02:44.27] Till the soil to put a parish on
[02:46.01] When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
[02:47.82] I can outsource sorcery
[02:49.64] They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
[02:55.94] But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
[02:57.71] Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs
[02:59.55] (Hey, go!) x3
[03:21.28] So I'm turning on the waterworks
[03:22.03] Cutting through the modern murk
[03:24.86] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[03:26.65] To render handfuls of sky
[03:28.49] Turning on the water works
[03:31.12] Shunned where founding fathers lurk
[03:32.06] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[03:33.87] To render handfuls of sky
[03:36.55] Cowering in firefights
[03:37.46] Stepping over fly-by-nights
[03:39.20] Contrary to prior plights
[03:41.97] I render handfuls of sky
[03:51.83]
[00:48.73] Outweighs the REM in one-eyed pistoleers
[00:50.50] Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts
[00:52.32] Coloring the grosses in the fiscal year
[00:54.13] I've never been a shoe-in just the gluten in the monkey bread
[00:56.84] Sucked up in the union turn my dues in with the monthly pledge
[00:58.64] Breaking the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
[01:00.41] I turn a burning bush into a monkey hedge
[01:02.26] They're looking for a minion of idle hands to instruct
[01:04.08] And I'm the battery-powered deflowered nimbus
[01:05.86] Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom
[01:07.69] I street perform in peak form with a tin cup
[01:09.47] Please lift the sanctions that demonize the yellow cake
[01:12.15] On your tongue the water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace
[01:13.98] Baby safe the bumper cars, broadcast the color bars
[01:15.74] As I tie you to the railroad stakes
[01:17.52] When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
[01:19.42] I can scale walls
[01:21.28] Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
[01:23.07] And unveil drawls
[01:24.84] When I overrule all of the nutritional facts
[01:27.56] I can scale walls
[01:29.35] Get your shit flushed when I bit-crush the Britannica
[01:31.14] And unveil drawls
[01:32.90] They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
[01:34.76] But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
[01:36.51] Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools
[01:39.27] And a reticent sun
[01:41.03] So I'm turning on the waterworks
[01:46.48] Cutting through the modern murk
[01:48.21] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[01:50.04] To render handfuls of sky
[01:52.72] Turning on the water works
[01:54.51] Shunned where founding fathers lurk
[01:56.36] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[01:58.26] To render handfuls of sky
[02:00.95] Cowering in firefights
[02:01.81] Stepping over fly-by-nights
[02:03.67] Contrary to prior plights
[02:05.42] I render handfuls of sky
[02:08.19] The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
[02:17.14] Favors neo-Nazism in the house pet chorus
[02:18.93] Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
[02:20.77] Fit the trophy wife for the wet corset
[02:22.59] I go from a hug to an open-handed cartwheel
[02:25.20] That's how I vivisect the dinner guest at the arms deal
[02:27.01] Breathing with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the bloodwork
[02:28.82] Of the green thinkers and no cars yield
[02:30.63] Pointing out all the freckles on the darkroom negs
[02:32.40] To carbon date a marketplace full of bootlegs
[02:34.29] Bottle zygote nog, for all the roadhogs
[02:36.06] Matching in, white, blue, red
[02:38.76] You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
[02:40.64] You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
[02:42.41] When you raise the hot comb, I will move to Stockholm
[02:44.27] Till the soil to put a parish on
[02:46.01] When I do away with questionable motherfuckers
[02:47.82] I can outsource sorcery
[02:49.64] They wanted a Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes
[02:55.94] But we jettisoned all that by the megaton
[02:57.71] Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs
[02:59.55] (Hey, go!) x3
[03:21.28] So I'm turning on the waterworks
[03:22.03] Cutting through the modern murk
[03:24.86] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[03:26.65] To render handfuls of sky
[03:28.49] Turning on the water works
[03:31.12] Shunned where founding fathers lurk
[03:32.06] Knee-deep in a pot of dirt
[03:33.87] To render handfuls of sky
[03:36.55] Cowering in firefights
[03:37.46] Stepping over fly-by-nights
[03:39.20] Contrary to prior plights
[03:41.97] I render handfuls of sky
[03:51.83]