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Lyrics by Zach Buck
Composition by Jesse Manou
Audio Samples: “Gee Baby, Ain’t I Good to You” by Nat King Cole
lyrics
i wish you were a girl, so I could fuck you.
You've got a pal in me, palomino.
It plays out on the pads of my hands.
Oh look at how they bicker.
Only the dead can tell the future.
And your panties,
Now don't i sound unsettled.
A crumpled mass on my hope chest,
the undresser.
Yes it's tough but i think
We can get through without fighting.
No? Alright. Let's have it out,
pudding pop!
We're thick as bugs and clusterfucks.
i love those sluts, egyptian cats.
But like the bugs i lust for Venus fly traps.
Impermeable
familiar
cartoon
condor.
An enemy impossible 2 defeat, mouth far
into the face beast drawn,
undescribable.
i know i know i know the
enemy bob:
be really deep and relinquish
control, wherever my heart finds its fellow.
Mrs. Murphy greets death
through an emoti-opticon: she’s at a known level.
Through her pills she can rage.
The placebo is language.
The avatar at condor mountain’s foot
unfastening hard disc from cartridge, Mrs Murphy.
comere kitty kitty kitty
comere kitty kittty kitty
Come. come here kitty.
Impermeable
familiar
cartoon
Condor.
i can taste the dew.
A milli tourists don’t know what to do with their cut hands waiting at the hot gates of death land.
Rich folks lie flat on stone slabs,
for the condor.
Now sweet Mrs Murphy begins to quietly seize.
Then to froth and it’s shaking her body.
What a fox in her time, Mrs Murphy.
welcome to the land of death where parapalegics with angel wings sing hymns in the throats of flowers, towers of fire burn to the west left of the legion of infants thrown into the sea, while me and the rest of my gang that’s the weaklings tuck in i to another half task. i never even loved you, you should know that, but then i’m just not one for custy STD infested currs. Now get the fuck back in your pickup and go.
Palomino,
You’ve got me under control.
Put your keys down
Butcher me, pity me!
It’s just caution tape baby.
Cuz you
smile like a lady.
Such sweet power trips.
Mm.
Its unbelievable, indescribable,
This ful-fil-ment.
credits
from house.xct_,
released August 6, 2016
Zach Buck - Lyrics, Vocals
Jesse Manou - Electronic Percussion, Drums, Bass, Synth
Chris Ning - Vocals
Seabeau - Vocals
Nicole Cain - Additional Bass Guitar
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