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And I can rhyme... though I shiver and teeth chatter
But god fucking help me if I ever start to stammer
And I laugh when cats defend grammar
You can mice words fuckers, I'll be smacking them with hammers
Put your culture in the mulcher and I feed it to the vultures
Then come to stack the bones into pretty little sculptures
I got ulterior motives, but none of any consequence
But playing fickle advocate for hire to keep you on the fence
I'm too emotive, I've been known to talk with my hands
Knocking over beer glasses, catching them before they land
Well, one time anyway, some time any day now
I'm'a don a false name, hop a thought train
But the choo-choo was sputtering and you two were stuttering
Like YouTube buffering

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind
It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides
And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine
Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight

It's hard to juggle chainsaws, my fingers is cold
But I go into the fold, 'cause all the tickets are sold
And so the circus must go on, another day's long
work is thrust upon, and double pay's not happening
Now the cold hands be clapping
...I'm here to gather up the trappings
And map this annual attack on the maddening
Bad things laughing at our sad wings flapping
The cold toes be tapping
...fall into time with the tree branch snapping
And it's not what it seems, no, never that, check again
Y'all been deceived while we popped at the seams
And he dropped from the beams, rockstar in a stadium
Feather hat, second skin, weaponize the reckoning
Step aside, it's the leper kid, beckoning
Semper fi... delete us from the database
I reckon I've got a lesson to impress upon the rest
Of you about the stuff that spreads without lessening
I always bet it on the essence of the day-to-day
And they cannot repress it any more than we can pray away the snow
I need a greater way to go, but the data's saying no
These invaders make a case for laying low
The greater good flows faster by the second
But the wreckage of the summer's in the way,
I guess it's time to pave it over

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind
It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides
And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine
Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight

This is the kinda shit cluttering up my brain
It's like I'm stuck and I'm muttering junk in vain
But then the glow comes bubbling up my veins
Might as well go, 'cause there's nothing for us who stay

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from Rhyme Circus Winter Special EP, released March 24, 2014
Music by Grant Livesay

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