Pen's Oil

(Radioinactive)

I want to welcome me to your country

It's far too crowded for me to be here

But I don’t wanna be there

But I just got there

But I don’t wanna ask to be re-routed on the first day of this month's Armageddon

Writing speeches with unleavened pencil

Rewrite the scrolls of history

In the dark with a flashlight whispering to myself and the other diplomats from Switzerland

Me and my constituents

And Dan Rather

We like to gather

And run the world with the help of a motherboard and a back scratcher

God’s computer

I drink a Vodka shooter

Out of an antique auctioned Luger

With a bunch of cranky cop recruiters

I offer the future in an office

With a t-shirt that buttons up

Just because the world runs on oil

Doesn’t mean oilmen should run the world

Just because the sky’s my paved road

Doesn’t mean you should pave a road over the sky

(Busdriver)

My mom is an enthusiastic movie actress who’s in to pop-culture ethnic cleansing

Genetic blending of Mouseketeers who smile from ear to ear

For thousands of years Step-an’-Fetch-it’s make the crowd cheer

Now human shield street promoters will sleep over and dry your hair with a leaf blower

If you don’t know the secret code word

Then don't reorder our albums that contain three leaf clovers that give relief to ulcers

Did you know American and British royal fam will lick your oil pan and equate a suicide bomber with a loyal fan? File a lawsuit

They’re looking out for the interest of a small group of Illuminati lineage first-born male with horns and a tail

(Radioinactive)

Pumping gasoline… how much do you want? Fill it up and clean the windshield with a rag

You’ll need a quart-of-oil

My name is Clinton Moil

I’m not from foreign soil

I’ve used a car antenna as a fencing foil

Sounds like your engine coil will make your grandson’s attention boil

Contribute and give me the rest of the money before you go to the Statue of Liberty restroom honey

I need to go inside of the store to get you some gum cause your breath smells like the Exxon Valdez oil spill

Free with the use of a Nascar gas-card

It's a page-turner

Where the red fern grows fuel for the bedroom stove

Rock the vote with your broccoli coat

(Busdriver)

Wouldn’t you like to be posing nude in front of frozen food

Hook

Line

And sinker but a bookbinder thinker might blow a fuse

When a tube sock hand puppet pontificates

I seek a boom-box sand bucket and song-listed tapes from autistic apes who soul search without spoonfuls from a fat-free yogurt hunger strike

From a covert bunker site

Testing biological warfare

Watch the tv screen spectacle until you’re a squeaky-clean edible leafy green vegetable or a couch potato spud with 'say no to drugs' embroidered in your throw pillows

Cold chills go through your arthritic metacarpals

The idea’s that you’ll get to move into your sandcastle by pressing buttons

Branded cattle with a set of instructions of how to turn a tv dryer and washer into a flying saucer

But not without being rushed to an eye doctor

Cause I’m not wrap so tight

Exacta knife cut retina of an adult industry smut-peddler’s mud-wrestler