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Artist:Aesop Rock  Album:The Impossible Kid 

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(That's impossible) (Come on) Spoilers The non bon-voyage stock weaponry and soylents And whatever stopped the voices Colossal paranoia's out to author an abrasive law About how warpaint won't assure you ain't a painted whore, baby No ground wires, all jaw froth Mouth breathing outliers climb outta mothballs Wrung stones unsung and alone Known to run up in the unknown "Honey I'm home!" I push a bucket of bolts, a sort of death in his wake I take the hand off the thief, I take the head off a snake Approach a pen like revolution's just a sentence away Til then he's documenting cops and watching heaven decay It's not a gentleman's game it's a generation raised accordingly You'll know the differences between the cozy and the quarantine Yes y'all the crest fallen care warn Ear horn, heir whorin', heir whorin', air horn (Hook 1) These awful winds Those grinding gears This pile o' bones That's why I'm here Wild frontier (Come on) These violent drums Those primal fears This pool of mud That's why I'm here W-w-w-w-wild frontier That's impossible, body's still warm Scavengers already obsessively knocking on his molecules I'm catatonic fat and outta rocket fuel and ramen Not a dollar watching Rocky II in Donatello boxers At some hot as hell motel in what's supposed to be his Shangri La More akin of angry mobs with anchor tats and mangy dogs in vacant lots Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds Not even a baby doll to change his gauze Not even a hide-away to hide up in A side effect of sliding environment to environment Driving isn't simply when the tires spin, try again Departures and arrivals aren't only time in mileage

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