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Gun For The Whole Family

Artist:Aesop Rock  Album:None Shall Pass 

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GUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY • a.r. • Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops High noon was your basic whoʼs who of brutal truth. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance, Turn a youngʼn to a dozen paper dolls holding hands, and tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch. So chicanery was yours to engage or ignore, I was on the ladder with a lotta dot pawns, so we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn, pass the popcorn, brawl fair, cop car, Voyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters, clamoring about, hammers out about to ring, infiltrate each others tribes and murder each others queens, packed to the very last rafter, clung to the rafts and the Cameras to capture the damage, neck swivel with a chop-chop volley. Where the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys. Pardon if his Ttwo feet fester, it was rude of me people, meet left and lefter, planted like a model of civility and honor for the sector, but never got his extra extra! Peace for the better but it wasnʼt entertaining, so they waited for the tazing from the safety of his haven, like bees to the honey when they lumped you up, cuz bumper cars are only funny when they bump. know that. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance Popcorn, pocorn Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance Capture the damage, capture the damage Capture the damage, capture the damage Popcorn, pocorn • el-p • Tune to hellemundo for action packed blasphemy, Big city translate your face ʻtil it atrophy... I let the shadenfreude boy out, actually, deployed devoid, with grin to watch laughingly, (yeah bitch) pass the pʼs itʼs a laugh in, I can smell the tragedy When hatchinʼ, happily dispassionately patched in, alive with the menace of demise Like "yes!" the pain dazzles... man, pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn itʼs reality at its fastest, and yet it still unravels at a pace like molasses, like it's the last of the seconds before the worst of disasters stretch past us. Wouldnʼt you agree that it is fabulous? In the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically til it fits, I adjust to climates or the wilderness, walk along my spine take the pilgrimage, up into the section thatʼs

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