Call Home

[Chorus]

Friends, I hope you

Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to

And friends, I hope that

You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram

[Verse 1]

In the cloak of night, holy water, folding knife

Pants that unzip into shorts, plants you can smoke or apply

Rolling bullies in a ball, pull an ear, poke an eye

Focus any stooges out to multiply and cultify

Palmed coin hands, Aes can’t join hands

Quarter out a tourist ear, and steer 'em toward Toyland

"Bon voyage-y" in my best Bugs Bunny voice

You either skull and sword, or entirely null and void

Sonny boy, I’m the worst vibe y'all seen

Sewer caps pop off, birds sing the Jaws theme

Sinkholes opеn, people jumping out of offices

Somе take hostages, others make offerings

Ketchup on his A shirt, nothing up his sleeve

Flying saucer in - what color you want it to be?

That’s that future primitive initiative

That VR simulation for some prehistoric guinea pig

Time traveling Da Vinci flying his first drone

Beethoven’s first Moog, Bell’s first burner phone

Or Aes with the same frames he wore in ‘84

Ancient crystal on his neck from an adjacent world

I’m so old I done come around the other side, young again

Hunger of another kind, plug him in

Son I get em ugly cryin’, I get ‘em calling home

I get ‘em kicking dirt, intrinsically it’s all I know

[Chorus]

Friends, I hope you

Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to

And friends, I hope that

You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram

[Verse 2]

I’m the fifth horseman, Tom any Jerry

I knows how to bottom out and where the bodies are buried

Where the friendly are goblins that gobble every copper penny you got

Then check your pockets when your pendulum stop

Then dig your plot up just to check 'em again

Then dig the plot up again, there’s metal fillings we can swap for the rent

I been anonymous so long I’m like a prop on a set

I might start knocking on my coffin door; I’m not even dead

Okay, stained glass windshield, block looking sanctified

Angel-white lights, pedestrians get evangelized

Vangelis on, out go the vandals

Long night of throwing drop shadows on Sanskrit

Scram, me and you and Shiva doing what Shiva do

We don’t need an escort to your squeamish leader, peekaboo

I don’t need a, "Yes you may," already passed the best you got

I’m in your kitchen checking baby pictures with your friends and mom

First day of school, Pikachu for Halloween

Summer camp talent show, photo on Santa's knee

We yucked it up for like an hour over jasmine tea

She asked if I would spend Thanksgiving with the family

Same J-Fish ashtray I used to use in '06 fixed with Kintsugi glue

Still catching ash and occasional chewed Juicy Fruit

Learned everything I know from Scooby-Doo

[Chorus]

Friends, I hope you

Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to

And friends, I hope that

You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram