Mystery Fish

[Verse 1] Tech support, feral army In a cave on a failed bit of terraforming Four corners of paranormal Get shorn for a thermos and pair of thermals In the warehouse air where his dairy curdles St. Vincent de Paul trying to square the circle Circle the source of his power Foresight born at the corner of Howard on sale Cherry pick blue in the pale It's a blue-nose chewin' his tail, losing his coat Schmoozing a high and a head-rush Hack up bile over H1N1, and then some One eye on the breadcrumbs Other eye on the Drencrom Other other eye on the income Good knife and a grin Shoot dice with the lice and the ring worms Peg leg, smells like Medellin Wake in the night, make a pipe out of anything Take 5, take a dive in the cellophane Turn 5 into 5 6 7 8 Back out, black out somewhere fancy Shaped like the backseat of Aesop's Camry, dude... Seat full of chips and sandwich meat from the crypt In the end if you give an address in a river of piss Don't question the mystery fish Just picture shrimp on a pillow of grits Close your eyes, lick your lips I'm at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh Sara gave me 2, I gave one to Rex He said, "Fools ain't shit plus fuck the pigs They could never understand what Sumner is" [Chorus] (Word up, word up, word up) I'm off the grid I'm through the gate I fly these kites into the fray (Word up, word up, word up) I'm out the box I'm through the mud I fly these kites into the cut [Verse 2] NorCal fried bacteria No ID survive the vivarium Try soft wheels, sourdough and heroin Eat with the chimera, fly with the seraphim Might hold court with the cats and dogs Who hold Kools like an orb in a dragon's claw In terry cloth robes outside detox surly Curse at a beat cop, doctor a Slurpee Adopt no Xerxes, fear no moon man Stay true like a wolf wearing wolf pants Oooh, never could avoid himself For long enough to contain or employ as help And now he look both ways at the asteroid belt Buzzed, gross and wholly unloved Still hear an ex in his head yelling, "kiss the ring" From a fortune to Fisher King Or from assisted care, blisters in his hair New day, new diary of disrepair Soups on, 2-ton crucifix to bear No shoes, no shirt, no fiscal year I said hello to Marshall every morn for 6 He yelled at me every time, that's amore, bitch It only took one tooth to crack the bug juice and chug Turn a bum to a Sun Tzu, it's bug Outside home is an open swim Occultism in the throes of corrosive wind A cold meal with the ghosts of friends A whole host of meds, a deal on a Tone Loc cassette I stepped over a body in the door I pretend he asleep but it's probably more, God damn Profound apathy, heart with a crack I'm ships in the night, I'm darts at a map Word up