this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."
well, so we meet again. now, he said he's ... he said he's grown spiritual since the last one. hmm, okay. this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects, where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh. poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms tugged a portion of my severed vision. the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget. every man's got a field to plow, i know that now. but it's like man, i really can't afford the oxen, fee fie, et cetera; i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking. i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone. i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home. i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences. now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering. and when the groom presents the ring, the bride commenced the blistering. it's textbook magnificently crude. prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal. treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure. cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous, beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar. i rock ready, aim, fire, while y'all rock ready, fire, aim, then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame. merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same, so i lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect, sorta born deaf, alien to shallow alchemy. if you gonna metamorph the base metal to precious, might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants. i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window. left an s.o.s. infested bottle nestled in its grip so with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow, i observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils. fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment. despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson. if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim, there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system. sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption gutter-bug alumnus candidates. well, i'll promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip, bitch. godspeed. straight-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a bc generation disgust community movement alluding to a "no blood given, no recognition" life manner. i was up all night with a rusty hammer trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered. but to that certain lack of avail, i sail a choppy lot with bouyancy like a bucket of rocks. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. big bang. big, big bang. it's getting bigger by the second, check it. okay, i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell. i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel. i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals. i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone. broken poem. i don't really believe in god, but god, i'm scared to death of god. i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod, but it's like i hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge. i wanna know myself. sorta solo sheep amidst wolves, and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls. i push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword and buckle down in the corner chair by the round table floored. got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar. got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over. the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully. i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers. cauterize the wounds and head's like gimme gimme something major. roadside prophetic ascend well, enveloped in a mummy ribbon system, blistering in a wishing well, big bang.
this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."
well, so we meet again. now, he said he's ... he said he's grown spiritual since the last one. hmm, okay. this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects, where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh. poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms tugged a portion of my severed vision. the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget. every man's got a field to plow, i know that now. but it's like man, i really can't afford the oxen, fee fie, et cetera; i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking. i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone. i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home. i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences. now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering. and when the groom presents the ring, the bride commenced the blistering. it's textbook magnificently crude. prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal. treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure. cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous, beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar. i rock ready, aim, fire, while y'all rock ready, fire, aim, then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame. merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same, so i lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect, sorta born deaf, alien to shallow alchemy. if you gonna metamorph the base metal to precious, might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants. i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window. left an s.o.s. infested bottle nestled in its grip so with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow, i observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils. fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment. despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson. if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim, there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system. sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption gutter-bug alumnus candidates. well, i'll promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip, bitch. godspeed. straight-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a bc generation disgust community movement alluding to a "no blood given, no recognition" life manner. i was up all night with a rusty hammer trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered. but to that certain lack of avail, i sail a choppy lot with bouyancy like a bucket of rocks. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. big bang. big, big bang. it's getting bigger by the second, check it. okay, i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell. i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel. i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals. i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone. broken poem. i don't really believe in god, but god, i'm scared to death of god. i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod, but it's like i hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge. i wanna know myself. sorta solo sheep amidst wolves, and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls. i push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword and buckle down in the corner chair by the round table floored. got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar. got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over. the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully. i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers. cauterize the wounds and head's like gimme gimme something major. roadside prophetic ascend well, enveloped in a mummy ribbon system, blistering in a wishing well, big bang.