Pumpkin Seeds

Outside isn't what it seem

It seem like nothing up the sleeve

Until it's something loveless digging holes to cover up with leaves

Between you and your pumpkin seeds

And powerball, and Sunkist Peach

At 1 or 1:15 AM, when all you want is drugs and peace

All you get is waves and waves of uninvited company

Ranger, cleric, hunter, thief

Druid, Vandal, huckster, Priest

Amateur usurpers and catechism deserters

Re-tuning truffle pig noses to catalytic converters

In between the stirring creatures

I'm keen to the furthest needle drop

Before requesting stitches, it is not that type of needle dog

Dog, the truest unicorn of all is human at rest

Waltzing through some hood the future forgets

I just been cooped up in that cuckoo's nest

One phase after complaining

Which depending on your frame is apathy or acclimating

Happy cutting off and jumping in and yelling

Someone shut the top

It isn't just some Funyun run

That got him on that "cut the lock", it's

Inside of the box is just another box

Inside of the box is just another box

You should probably get accustomed to the culture shock

Plot to jump behind some bushes when they cull the flock

Inside of the box is just another box

Inside of the box is just another box

You should probably get some wind up in your mutton chops

Note the general tone is get the dough, and fuck the ops

Pandora has a pandora shorter sorta like a daughter

In the core of her there is more of her

Each subsequent layer has an inner and an orbiter

Corridor after corridor, a never ending meta-narrative

That forever cabbages

Inside of your word salad sandwiches a formal moral beef

I don't I call 'em teeth I call 'em oral coral reefs

Let 'em sink, ya still in sync the more you pry

You'll find another five

Hiding inside like a denieds ride across a border

Multiplys, ya strict discarder is outrunning ya inner hoarder

The more you excavate it, the more it just absorb her

Can't Art and force a Mario Cart into a Forza

Obscure ya speed limit and then record ya Porsche

Report to court more that Zsa Zsa Gabor divorce lawyer

According to my FOIA spit fire sword drank

In a speakeasy wrote peace treaties in war paint!

Inside of the box is just another shoe

Inside of the sock is just another tube

You can put it on if your foot is long

If you find the lost legs of my journeys, tell 'em I'm looking for 'em

Inside of the box is just another box

Inside of the box is just another box

The general tone is what it is, is what it's not

Don't be a fool, ya luck is shot

I rigged the wheels, go gut the slots