Lyrics Parables - Armand Hammer
Scrapyard
ghosts
levitating,
slap
box
under
wolf
moons
Above
streets
where
siri
noted
Coordinates
and
was
too
scared
to
speak,
come
through
Host
the
grease,
burnin′
candles
in
the
teeth
Summoned
by
the
killer
who
remembered
the
names
of
each
Southside
cop
killer
queens
Circle
the
vehicle
and
squeeze
Dusty
feet
beat
streets
with
the
breeze
to
their
back
Some
things
you
just
can't
leave
in
the
past
They
follow
you
home
like
skinny
dogs
separated
from
the
pack
Toss
another
bone
in
the
valley,
they
gnash
(Toss
another
bone
in
the
valley,
they
gnash)
Dead
cars
stuffed
with
garbage
line
lost
blocks
Laughin′
at
alternate
side
parkin'
Copper
wire
by
the
yard,
scrap
by
the
pound
Capoeira
with
the
words,
I
just
spin
'em
round
and
round
and
round
That
blood
spattered
Pelourinho
center
the
town
Her
bloody
gown
Drug
mud
through
the
big
house,
massa
gon′
frown
Right
before
we
throw
him
in
the
ground
Throw
it
in
neutral,
my
cousins′ll
push
me
out,
out
Pin-stripe
and
buffalo
plaid,
industrial
gas
leak
Good
project
heat,
chap
lip,
cracked,
A&D
for
the
scab
Dead
cats
in
the
streets
for
a
week
'Tussin,
rubbin′
the
gash
A
few
doors
down
from
the
beast
I
was
passed,
smoked
out
on
the
Ave
The
brash
will
discourage
and
the
timid
never
try
The
last
born
burden
that
he
carried
'til
he
died
Earth,
wind
and
fire,
Brazilian
rhyme,
it′s
wild
Nine
and
out
user,
what
it
look
like
to
be
free
and
alive
at
35
(What
it
look
like
to
be
free
and
alive
at
35)
Big
Bitcoin
horde
and
a
VCR
that
still
records
Teeny
demises
and
reports
Bust
through
the
ceiling
and
was
floored
Yahweh's
gardener
was
bored
Since
he
hopped
off
the
porch
In
communion
with
the
source
Lots
of
sauce
and
a
little
force
Bronze
Kafka
metamorph
Black
Orpheus
at
the
course
In
the
backwoods,
jiggin′
with
no
remorse,
jiggin'
with
no
remorse
In
the
backwoods,
jiggy
with
no
remorse,
jiggy
with
no
remorse
In
the
backwoods,
jiggin'
with
no
remorse,
jiggin′
with
no
remorse
Pointed
and
said,
"walk
′til
the
air
thins"
Won't
see
the
water,
but
you′ll
taste
salt
in
the
wind
The
city's
a
hoarder,
long
dead
in
her
bed
Shiftin′
borders,
buckle
and
bend
All
the
president's
men
suckled
at
the
cracked
shell
Wild
raccoons,
Empty
lots
where
it
used
to
be
crack
sales
now
quiet
as
tombs
′Cept
when
the
rats
squeal,
cats
wail
in
heat
I
circle
back
east,
beg
the
beggar's
forgiveness
Got
the
correct
directions
in
gibberish
Tolls
diminish,
desperate
trolls
abandon
crumblin'
bridges
Hot
with
the
sickness,
′96
Lexus
LS
on
blocks
in
the
yard
Rust
fingers
grip
first
floor
burglar
bars
Scarecrow
stuffed
with
straw,
stuffed
and
eyed
them
marked
cars
(Keep
′em
guessin')
Broke
the
door
at
First
Baptist,
played
the
pews
like
project
benches
The
light
was
beautiful
streamin′
through
the
broken
entrance
PVC
replaced
the
cadaver
bones
at
the
viewing
Cruel,
played
for
fools,
family
never
knew
it
Jackals
chasin'
secrets
through
the
ruins
Diseased
tissue
sold
the
planet
and
another
human
Host
body
under
influence,
clueless
Big
spoon,
death
loomin′,
tune
in,
trauma
addled
Room
was
swollen
with
squall,
The
dream
showed
up
on
the
wall
and
yous
called
All
in
all,
all
in
all,
all
in
all
Projects
on
the
beach,
sandcastle
instead
of
lawn
Trousers,
high
water
table
got
three
legs
First
in
the
flood,
mud
mask,
cup
of
blood
Just
ask
if
you
must
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2 Solarium
3 Charms
4 Pommelhorse
5 Leopards
6 King Tubby
7 Frida
8 Slew Foot
9 War Stories
10 Flavor Flav
11 Dead Cars
12 Parables
13 Ramesses II
14 The Eucharist
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