I watch the dollar slice the air like jet fighters
A black sound set, my heart's re-blighting
Saw the dolphins jumping, no it's not to be invited

The trick didn't work your life was ****ed up from the first day of birth
After watchin Jackie Gleason walk in the precint, gun down the captain for no ****in reason

Please clean your plate, dear, The lord above can see ya
Don't you know people are starving in Korea?
Alcohol and razorblades and poison and needles
Kindergarten people, they used 'em they need 'em
The over- indulgent machines were their children
There wasn't a way down on earth here to cool 'em
'Cause they looked just like humans at Kresges and Woolworth
But decadent brains were at work to destroy
Brats in battalions were ruling the streets saying
"Generation Landslide close the gap between 'em"
And I laugh to myself every man and the ladies
Who never conceived of those billions dollar babies

Militant mothers, hiding in the basement
Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets
Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high-chairs
While mothers limp burned, birth certificate papers
Dad gets allowance from his sonny the dealer
Who's pubic to the world, but involved in high finance
Sister's out 'til five doing banker's son's hours
But she owns a Maserati, that's a gift from his father
Stop at full speed at one hundred miles per hour
The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em
And I laugh to myself every man and the ladies
Who never could see those billion dollar babies

In the belly of a whale
Diorama like Jan Rodricks
A single day with a hundred pockets
Most understated mage
Flow monotone
How you sublimate the rage
I be to rap what Keynes be to Locke
What scenes be to plot
Or a cop tapping on the glass
Like "what seems to be the problem?"

Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along

I'm always in between haircuts
But FDR said it ain't **** to be scared of
Huh, he must have never smoked herb
Been beaten by his dad or heard bad spoken word

Cracks me up every time

" I'm always in between haircuts" is a truly wonderful line!

Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon.
Show me slowly
what I only
know the limits of.
Dance me to the end of love.

The problem with believers
Is they’ll let anyone in the door.
The problem with deceivers
Is all the bodies buried under the floor....boards....

So you think my heart's made of stone,and when you're near me there's no reaction well you're wrong...Not On The Outside-The Moments.

this whole track might have my favorite lyrics ever written but special shout out to:





all of em again