39 Thieves

Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles Thousands of them line the pavement Like patient pupae waiting to become worms The people are dead, but the money keeps talking keep-keeps-keep-keeps talking The people are dead, but the money keeps talking, keep Keeps-keep-keeps talking Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a 'V' Smores over warm helvetica brown proper For the odd God or monster, proper to teleprompter Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel Blew into the bugles in lieu of the euthanasia Usually the shooter community chew the corpse But I see the wolves have already gotten to you and yours Day of the dead, play the ledge closely Train a barrel of monkeys to aim at the lowest bogey Dope the gonzo of what we sold choked socially Stole the golden fleece with the culture of total nobodies Earth lies, the divided by fighting tribes All we do is watch 'em waddle back and forth lighting fires Detonator, wire cutter, pliers Two cities enter, one is broken up in tiny tiles And I won't pose arm in the heart of the lion's throat For a photographic token of my primordial growth You parade around and kill, so damn proud Like a flatline fetish, had his feathers fanned out War tore the symmetry, skipped into it gingerly Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry Hell's bells every which way the the wind blow So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go Another dark night Another not-all-right Another bad ritual More botched surgery Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently Or wander through this section where the natives feel murdery Vicinity wander Claim no zone Never let an anchor drop Never had a home Never talk to strangers Never trust a friend This is the life and the life will not end Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Next time think 39 Thieves are quicker than 40 winks Raise your drinks 39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks We're not concerned with the community aloofness Duke, we're animals, we just go where the most food is Lower the toast, most formal etiquette is useless Truth is you're equally expendable if spoon-fed (Money Money) Money is cool, I'm only human But they use it as a tool to make the workers feel excluded Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive the troop is Bullets don't take bribes stupid, they shoot shit Another dark night Calicos, tread around the rabbit hole Weapons to the heavens and arsenic where the carrots grows Piss warmed sugar water, what a summer canteen Plus burned rubber like "green is the new green" Rubber necks froze, slows by the multiplex Rodeo commotion, I'm open to see what culminates Bougie on the right, left rep rebel force Both say feud will prove The parking lot was never yours Black top pebble wars. Soldiers mold it Where the Jones's is every grown-up wants decoded came to grow in No motive, but showed up in gross quotas Hog barn burner come see if your homes hold us '85 Rattletrap parked and fancy You would swear he was stepping out of commanshe, antsy Let us in the Jetty when they Jettison the medicine And paranormal hatchery cadets to break the levys in Folk know the totem comaraderie Token of equality, they post it horizontally Crown the golden loading dock that grow to lodge the colony Half-massed flags, half cabs loiter properly And sleep the sleep of the just Ready on the left Where the witchcraft spun out of a neighboring sect With the usual undesirables and the big brother cutters On the day your name became 'this motherfucker?' Another dark night Another not-all-right Another bad ritual More botched surgery Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact, urgently Or wander through this section where the natives feel murdery Vicinity wander Claim no zone Never let an anchor drop Never had a home Never talk to strangers Never trust a friend This is the life and the life will not end