Swordplay & Pierre the Motionless - Conversation Skills | Текст песни

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We’ll always be standing in the middle of a lemonade stand line on Idlewood
About to smash a piñata in half and standing proudly
Let go of that remote control and roll off onto the volcano slope
Hit the low notes and cope
Stomach knots and lips locked to the lymph nodes
Maintain concentration and have patience with the telescope
Ropes tied to my shoulders, I’m unearthing boulders
Watching them float up into the sky
Into constellations that were never there in the first place
No consolation prize like a Medicaid paycheck
Yo, I provide a specific type of entertainment
Waging war lazily on pavement
Doing 360's in wheelchairs with no healthcare
I'm in a different dimension but tell my lawyers and doctors I’ll send em in
Bring in the offensive sentiments and the acetaminophen
It doesn't matter to the madmen
I’m back with a phenomenal grin
I've gone adrenaline binging again and again
And my friends, ninjas with the win
Me, I’m some narcoleptic in a racecar driving around the bend
I got too bent up and ended up in a permanent REM
But it’s no way to go
I am the insomniac
In the day time I play the part of the maniac
To start with, I got a lack of cognac
So this thirsty heart’s up at night to the sound of living room laughter
I make art unmarketable and expect it to pay me back after the fact
I play the piano poorly. Pierre, pour me a glass
I’m sick with acidic capacity and long lasting
I only get dressed up now for the occasion
I can watch two hearts carve each other out in their awkward conversation
Anecdotes, jokes, tricks of the trade, personal politics
It’s getting on my nerves now
I’ll be with the widows when they’re in your window waving
Then I’ll try to behave
With uninformed votes and covenants made
Sexual politics, let’s set a precedent of mischief
I like a little trouble sometimes
My face all painted like brave
With cannonball hopes, fish in the grave, personal relationships…
It’s enough to make me breakdown
Pulling out a canine
Laughing at a phantom
Choking on that culpable smoke and then the manila envelopes
A debt to be paid, sexual relationships...
I’m happy I don’t worry anymore and I’m feeling just fine

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