Babies with Guns

[Chorus]

Radio? Check, check

Video? Check, check

This is how the city folk and mole-people connect

Somebody warped the message prior to passin it to the next

Now the perforated counties making you upset

[Verse 1]

Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food

Carbon heart buried his nozzle in fossil marker art

Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse

And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt

Bastard polter gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers

He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters

But blind anarchy slips through the cracks

See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back

When that organic invention incubated to hatch some comply to making fructose on paper now

Apply the details later and the clues will taper out

Unruley mayor souse, who piggy jammy happy shooting at the bladed mouth

Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors

Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers

Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever

Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed

I walk face-first through the sex, drugs and church

With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works

But no hostages, no promises

Out to clock corporate cogs and sprockets, not clogs, all grommets

Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk

Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes

Scrub blood of the AF1s 52 Pick-up first degrees

Some toddlers smuggled tommy guns and crack into the nurseries

Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets

And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets

2010's sonograms showed the magnum formed directly out the fetus

Evolution for the young killer convenience

[Chorus]

Radio? Check, check

Video? Check, check

This is how the city folk and mole-people connect

Somebody warped the message prior to passin it to the next

Now the perforated counties making you upset

Magazine? Check, check

Paper route? Check, check

This is how the hermitted and busy bee connect

Somebody's losing track and their flesh and blood's in arrest

Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect

[Break]

Nowadays, even the babies got guns

Diaper snipers having clocktower fun

Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one

Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

[Verse 2]

If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol

It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you

Just show the saints at Heaven's gate

You should be on the list

I hear he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix

Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet

Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought

Somewhere they laminate dry bones in cool water and ease medulla

After you thumb suck and diaper change, get burped and shoot the school up

I'd duel too, but only to exploit no-brainers

Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping

Amongst tadpoles it happens

Yellow backbone de-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains

By the itchy index of an umbilically garbed fraggle baby

Fragile maybe, you think?

Chopped shopin a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box

Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds

Like fuel and communal hop-scotch gives them leverage

Cuddle with mortars while I mumble

In the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana

I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something Dumb and Dumber

Now the bus is slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder

Suffixed to kings, he rebel, wide pride dosage

For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches

I'm not a coach

But that'll even jolt the immobile

When global terrorism's all the rage, your folk get smoked local

Block, if you need me (Yeah?)

I had to bounce to D.C. (Yeah?)

To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (Yeah?)

If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said peace and lay low

Strays don't vacate slow

[Chorus]

Radio? Check, check

Video? Check, check

This is how the city folk and mole-people connect

Somebody warped the message prior to passin it to the next

Now the perforated counties making you upset

Magazine? Check, check

Newsflash! Check, check

This is how the hermitted and busy bee connect

Somebody's losing track and their flesh and blood's in arrest

Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect

[Break]

Nowadays, even the babies got guns

Diaper snipers having clocktower fun

Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one

Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young

[Outro Monologue]

Aboard the battleship

Grey

Sky

The day

I

Got the phone call

Jam Master Jay died

So no, I'll probably never write another Daylight

Because the stingers tend to cling more than the portable hay-rides

It adds it up when a pioneer fall

In comparison to your ninety-nine bottle of beer wall

There's banana peels in your hamster wheels

Hand-cannons in your shoe box

Please

Mine's got Adidas

Rest in peace