2 out of the 5 of these fuses are wired live
if i'm gonna survive i gotta (find those detonators)

el-p:
(i'm a) broke and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
son of urban confusion hatched serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadron
silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
ok dystopia these fuckers tagious (find those detonators)
cc/w a rain of dead confetti
the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
captain of industry
partly magnet of larcen, arsony, captured in loser-vision i bop so retardedly
artily

aesop rock:
ask me about our specials
i'd go for the razor chicken
hope his delivery radius play to gracy mansion
fly the curmudgeon banner
my liberty army cheering
limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
marker to garden weasel
he's usually mucho woozy
brutally feuding
call your pluto
goofy
cujo
snoopy
moody mammal division
weatherville is better faded
the world is yours money
now (find those detonators)
some of the city pissy
itchin' them lottery numbers
my 40 thieves enjoy your banquest of property owners
we were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
chew his way through the muzzle
tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
subtly bloodied up
what a seedy media frenzy
i found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly

nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
find those detonators

now's the fucking time
burn the building down
show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
now's the fucking time
lets get it movin'
you suckers

el-p:
down at the labor camp
they make a drone of men
mamas' boy once but now i've learned to speak draconian
and this is all for you
another tattered kite
i feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night
all i covet is honor
reaching in murky waters
and barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma
your bad land buddy
animal ear
they tagged me
digi the cause accoster kid
capture the flaggy braggy
tragedy man cassandra
actually raised by women
my father skated but he left me with latent addiction
one of the breed of bonkers
i wouldn't dare to lecture
i don't know how to lead
there's got to be somebody better
weak in the kneesy species
dreaming of future faded
seen where the suture stitches knitted slipped?
i'm with you baby
lets get obnoxious with it
i wanna know what brave is
i'm tired of sitting here pretending i'm not fucking dangerous

sitting on the front lines you can hear the soliders say:

nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
find those detonators

what happened what happened?
explosion explosion explosion
what happened what happened?
degradation, degradation
what happened what happened?
explosion explosion explosion
what happened what happened?
it always comes back to a bush

2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
1 and 2 had a patsy that was factually plane
7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
and in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
and if the party tells me 5 fingers than 5 is what i'll say
no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face
find those detonators


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  • +1
    General CommentOHMYGOD
    STUBZon October 15, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General Commentthis song makes me want to get off my ass and march somewhere
    deemskion March 05, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"weak in the kneesy species
    dreaming of future faded
    seen where the suture stitches knitted slipped?
    i'm with you baby
    lets get obnoxious with it
    i wanna know what brave is
    i'm tired of sitting here pretending i'm not fucking dangerous"

    This is a call to arms you fucking leeches!!!!
    mackkaon June 24, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentA 9/11 conspiracy theory song. The outro compares the American government and it's control over it's people to the Oceania government in the novel 1984 by George Orwell.
    sinclairon July 23, 2009   Link
  • 0
    Lyric Correctionthere's two big chunks missing from the first verse:

    "...son of urban confusion hatched **in a pit where the brutes live, put the stogie out in my palm and then grin I'm the rudest,** serotonin deficient..."

    "...ok dystopia, these fuckers **are ripe for containment, half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader, servitude is con**tagious (find those detonators)..."

    crocodile_smileon April 01, 2010   Link

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