(Ooh you brute, you monster, you thing, in that order) (Listen to the story)
[Verse 1: Milo] Baseline sound like the [?] of every day Behold the receding gum line of the middle way Can’t take a shower with the toilet seat up I’m not at full power to fight demons when they creep up One day I will own a raincoat And make crème brulée in stained bowls Wearing nothing but a green smock Went to the pawn shop with a locked box full of G shocks Uhh, I need to return these for reasons I can’t explain I know too many attorneys with dirt cheap fees and gurney Keep those Pez dispenser leaves for the journey I’m telling you everything I know With the metronome about metronomes Chat book was slap full of meta poems Bug catcher with the Metapod Let me tell you the very next thing I said to God
[Hook: Milo] Order a double order of Thai fried rice Paid with Paypal, you are safe now Whatever
[Verse 2: Milo] No idea why my fingers are oversized I have lingering doubts that need to be notarized Notice my eyes when I daydream of holding thighs Sidenote – that’s probably why my anxieties multiply At the rate of speed to fill up one Big Gulp soda guy Sort of snide, bi-polar at times Quasi-perpetual Dirt Devil vacuuming for old dimes To purchase several sacks of Andy Capp’s hot fries Do the box rhymes just to surprise myself Have you ever bought enough furniture for one small apartment In Chicago’s north-west side? I don’t care about who’s friends with whose friends Or loose ends, this is a one man operation A dingle berry constellation, the flying fuck at the moon That [?] get you so fond of