The brand reads âAnimal Farmâ A fugee on the lam, runnin´ with a lamb in my arms Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer´s brand of cigars
And cattle after, after that it´s like a ramp to an arc Planned a garlic salmon, already romancing the fingerlings When reminded why the ringer´s off, it only ever âring ring ringâ Out of radio silence a bad miracle Panic in the paradigm, attacking the familiar world Evacuate, bleeding heart, I had to let the horses out Who each step forward to bow free to ignore the corral Freedom ain´t a circle per the management´s ânormal amountâ It´s when the chorus vow to normalize the horse´s mouth Black Philip free to b-a-a what he b-a-a´s
From a growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs I know some pigs´ll splinter off I seen âem mixing with the bosses Sipping gin, as if the trough is less prestigious than the office It isn´t, receiving a transmission from the future Where your time around them humans ain´t protect you from they butcher´s Block, a bunch of us are meeting at the moor behind the the Orkin You coulda been a presence at the origin Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness After entertaining more second chances than Velma´s glasses From a person place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yea
It was always all of a sudden All´s well ´til it´s all of his palm on the button I am always into something I am always into something
It was always all a whodunnit, All told, it was all of us up ´til it wasn´t I am always into something I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I can introduce you to another realm Help you with the move, but only you can go fuck yourself Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor With bumper to bumper sending turtle shells at one another It´s treasure hunters budding in some cannonball running of bulls Sweating in the dead of summer, red X on the bread and butter Pardon while his pedal power shed the inseparable umbra Reset the pecking order, still ain´t pick a second number Detective on some "how you get so mega extra ultra?"
I said "never check the weather and always dress for the tundra" Merry âDawn of the Mummyâ, heard a call in my slumber Woke to a thousand years of sauce of the month in a bunker Yum, you could be the lunker under pepper X, I feel like professor why, why are all my friends depressed? Why´s this party feel like when I walked back into Selmer´s Pets In precious tears like âwhy are all my tetra dead... yet again? Landspeed entirely contextual Glacial-pace grand prix, âspace invader camera B!â Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen Every time you stand down, I pop out yelling âand⌠scene!â
Make a million paper cranes, blindfolded Both arms stuck in different crane games Underwater, over coals, whole of his spirit above him Call now, I am always into something