Horse Flakes - Hail Mary Mallon

Add up all the charts and exams

If it ain’t what you are, make a heart with your hands

I know, you skirted catechism

Snuck into the movie theater

Heard that a train had hit person and left school to see it

Us too

Crush groove luscious from the wine rice

Kawasaki Fonzie from the to the limelight

Das Boot for a ticket taking Blimpies to a goth chick

He met when he got water and quarters at Billy’s Topless

Back with a cyborg eye, four wives

Nine toes and the pieces of the tri-force high

Weird science settling away

Cleared by us on a diet of his pride and a Papaya King a day, ay

Be all you can and fore you stand to lose the source

Number all your blessings and your X-wings that can use the force

Ball til you fall and I will give what I got

But all I got’s a stupid mime and an invisible box

A.R.

playing dumb, looking pretty dumb

Feel dumb, act petty, snacks at the ready

We operate the claws and offer up heaven to Betsy

Like the blood is flowing out his arms into the decks directly

Vampire, skin like a blanched primer

At Penn station placing his socks on a hand dryer

Campfire, tell him tales with a funny look

Pulling out a snack with a traffic map and a bloody hook

I hope you’re saving your father and me for last

But you’re dangerous

What?

Roll dice (what?), dole out rice

Hose down outside, comb out lice

Might hunt, gather, master the winter

And put himself out to pasture, by dinner

Bag lunch, Cap’n Crunch, antifreeze

80 stories up now all the uncles look like ants to me

Steel girder moonwalk, tell you I’m not paid enough

A fly motherfucker like Helen Hunt doing angel dust

Now if the weed in your town was an Ewok brown

But there really wasn’t ever any other shit around

Get comfy, get that money, get unseen

Walk in the door, fava beans get jumpy

Now if the shrooms in your rooms turn your walls to mountains

And your dog starts telling you to walk without him

And he tries to fix your teeth with some pliers and duck tape

You better watch your back and keep your eye on them cupcakes

I sometimes wonder if the future me finds food

Find future me wishing younger me would hide food

High noon, pacing in a tragic pageant

Take ten, turn around and get them raptors active

Now all I really want is some love and my rent paid

Before I used to go buck and get cuffed at the Jet’s game

And now I never see what I believe 'til my bed’s made

Cuz before I almost died over a fucking cassette tape