Scoliosis Jones

Hi my name's Scoliosis Jones
I got a comb-over coif and a smoker's cough
I'm in a motorcross and I'm a planet street economist
And a self-taught anesthesiologist
I got a corn-nibbling arboricopedal peck
With slow nights and man-bolt typing almanacs
My bandmates act like tasteful Swedes
With tweeze frowns, they see clowns with riddles in beads
I gnaw on the nozzles with syrupy opiates
When the political climate is clearly Soviet
But my craft persona's an eerie cozy fit
When I cackle at the throes of the hedge maze
I used to stab niggas with quarter-notes
And treat royalty statements like horoscopes
But my wonderland's been deforested and poached
And my groin gets bombarded with X-rays

I'm Scoliosis Jones
We all laugh at your expense
A youth in full of broken bones
Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense

And the headliner's Buck Rogers' seething ring
Is always blunted on a toddler's teething ring
He needs legitimized conceit
Cocaine, nasal sprays, play cable bae to liquefy the heat
His personal assistant wears go-go boots
And every vocal booth must have a glory hole
He's related by a browser of vapid poodles
And eats apple strudels from an importantly stole
A craft pipsqueak all slathered in bronzer
Picking out the pig's feet and the fattening curb cobbler
Flossing himself because he thinks we care
He signed a ten album deal with a pinkie swear
Popular opinion's verging in Gulf Leans
To its concerning widdens golf swing
My cardigan reeks in partisan pink
Because I'm Barton Fink in the Martian sphinx
Come on

I'm Scoliosis Jones
We all laugh at your expense
A youth in full of broken bones
Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense
I'm Scoliosis Jones
We all laugh at your expense
A youth in full of broken bones
Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense

Scoliosis Jones
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Paul Fulton or an exalted sultan
Of urban music because he's Nova Scotian
I'm just a clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic
Your pitch is impish, full of skullduggery
And slice-of-life dollcuttery
Swirl and flail around the motor-fire
In the foreign policy deodorizer
I'm just a clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic

I'm Scoliosis Jones
I'm Scoliosis Jones
I'm Scoliosis Jones
I'm Scoliosis Jones