Upsweep

[Intro]

Upsweep, upsweep, upsweep, upsweep

Upsweep, upsweep, upsweep, upsweep

Yeah, yeah

Can you, can you

Can you hear me?

I'm speaking through you

The signal weakens from this begrizzled beacon so pay attention

[Verse 1]

We painted our faces on a permanent moon to avoid being type cast as surrogate coons

But there is no treatment for American gloom, so I'm taking my reverberant room and I'm gone far

Where the money is sheet music and discarded doodles, yeah (yeah)

The company that they're working for cut had spending, bringing our barbarisms to abrupt ending

But if you think it's me that you're up-ending

We could be grinding, even if it's gut wrenching

And we're on one

Like we're knee deep in drug-vending, fuck lemmings

Whose love spending gives us the best things

Like a J down the space suit of sweat stained

The undercovers gave me a cute pet-name

Now I'm being targeted by jet-plane

Because I'm so motherfucking subversive

With excessive panache, I'm dressed in a sash

My name is a number, an X and a dash

Embedded in mass who stole all the savings, had sex with the cash

[Bridge]

As far as these lives, we get one each

And then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap

But all these mistakes do tend to cut deep

I swear I can hear you die just a little bit in the

[Hook]

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep, upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep, sweep

[Verse 2]

Yo

Dangling in a thread of my temporal lobe

I thrust my fist up life's freckled nose

Then walked around like I had genitals to hold

It wasn't for embezzled gold

It was just for you, and you, and you

Don't propose a toast for unusual hosts

Using musical notes to fuel the U-Boats (you pricks)

All the credit inside of your checking account

Sits in a mechanized, sexless mouth

And getting it back, boy, the pressure mounts

So you're having a stroke and the medic's en route

This is the ending

I was showing niggas that I had exquisite taste

Now I'm locked out of all of my vivid scapes

And the capital gains is the Christian faith

Of the livid apes, staying in debate

Over the unhappy lives that we have to live

But we still do it, eating inkjets

Building swing sets from dragon ribs

All the internet chatter is a byproduct of my madness

Turning me into a vapid and glib and capitalist pig

I didn't notice until now that a shoe's a phone

For what reason would any tycoon atone?

But for me to find money I need to get a dune combed

Because I'm so motherfucking self-destructive

I'm caressing a rash from a decadent past

My judgment calls are second, at last

I'm rendered in ash when I ingest the asp

[Bridge]

As far as these lives, we get one each

Then our bodies are tucked in the junk heap

But I can't afford all the upkeep

I swear I can hear myself die just a little bit in the

[Hook]

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep, upsweep (Upsweep)

L'upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep (Upsweep)

Upsweep

Upsweep

L'upsweep

L'upsweep

L'upsweep