Handfuls of Sky

The water run is drenching in a bogged down pickle near an alleyway
So arm and everyone eye the pistoliers oscillating lung sacks
Cheap pigeon fun facts, caught up in the roses and the fiscal year
I never been a shoe in, just a glue-totin' monkey rat
A sucka' in the union, drink my juice and with a money pledge
I break up the Rosetta Stone, shouting on the megaphone
And turn a vernibrushel to a monkey head
I'm looking for a meeting of idle hands that ain't struck
I holler about the reaper, deflowered ladybug set us up
A prize norm is gentrified by dumb
A street performer, pink informer with a tainted counter-culture
The ease of the sanction side of demonizing yellow cake
On your tongue, the water gun is pointed
At your overbraised babysitter bumper cars
Broadcast the counter bars as I tie you to the railroad stakes

When I overrule all the nutritional facts, I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed with a big crush
Of Britannicum and unveil drawers
Then when I overrule all the nutritional facts, I can scale walls
Get your shit flushed with a big crush
Of Britannicum and unveil drawers

They wanted a Moulin Rouge or some bouillon cubes
So we jettisoned all that by the megaton
And now they got the oolong brews on their futon stools
And are reticent, son

So I'm turning on the waterworks, cutting through the modern murk
Knee deep in a pot of dirt, I render handfuls of sky
Turning on the waterworks, down where founding fathers lurk
Knee deep in a pot of dirt, I render handfuls of sky
Flowering in fire pipes, stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights, I render handfuls of sky

The mounting momentum of the bubbling electorate
Favors the old nauseous men that howl the panic chorus
Throw the medicine ball, divvy up the windfall
Fill the trophy wife with the wet corset
I go from a hunt to an over-edited carnival
It's time I finisect the dinner guests at the armistice
I beat them with a suck slurp, I scrutinize the
Blood work of the green fingers and no cars yield
I'm pointing out all the freckles on the dark room next
The carbon dated marketplace full of bootlegs
Bottled dyed goat nog for all the road
Hogs, snatching in white, blue, red
You cannot triangulate the angles of this paragon
You are not a G at all, you work at a hair salon
And when you raise the hot comb, I'll amulets that comb
'Til the soil to bed I perish on
What I do with questionable motherfuckers I can outsource, sorcery

They wanted a Moulin Rouge or some bouillon cubes
So we jettisoned all that by the megaton
And now they got the oolong brews on their move on dot orgs

So I'm turning on the waterworks, cutting through the modern murk
Knee deep in a pot of dirt, I render handfuls of sky
Turning on the waterworks, down where founding fathers lurk
Knee deep in a pot of dirt, I render handfuls of sky
Flowering in fire pipes, stepping over fly-by-nights
Contrary to prior plights, I render handfuls of sky