Dear Sirs lyrics

Artist  : El-p 
Song : Dear Sirs



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 Dear Sirs

If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave with
toothy smiles

Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become
eyes

And birds burst into flames while singing Satan's
praises

And fold into the sky and rain down ashy
danger



If every office empties and all slaves walk in
dazes

To a pool of liquid money where they bathe
blissfully naked

And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my
conscience

And every woman beating rapist is securely in
their coffins



If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer
moment

Is opened up by cops and folds out into an
ocean

And rent is paid by bread literally and parking
isn't paid for

And food stamps can be planted and childhoods
can't be damaged



If fire could power space ships that safely ship
the creators

Of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all
who faced it

And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat life and bean
counting slave owners

Is twisted in on itself 'til they shave off their
own faces



If all the coke and crack in the nation is
collected in a top hat

And force fed to the children of every CIA
agent

And dust heads get an angel and an acres worth of
rainbow

And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid
aren't so proud



And the snivelling grimace mongrels of infected
money

Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam
of light

And mercy is the rule and the exception's mercy
too

And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the
president goes to school



Time flows in reverse, death becomes my birth

Me fighting in your war is still, by a large
margin

The least likely thing that will ever fucking
happen, ever