Fantastic Damage lyrics

Artist  : El-p 
Song : Fantastic Damage



 Send "Fantastic Damage" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (now the evening has come to a close
and I've had my last dance with you
so on to the empty streets with me
and it might be my last chance with you
so I might as well get it over with
the things I have to say
won't wait until another day)

Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out

The Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of
rubbles puddles splash
Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds that own
their humans sold as
ruthless rounds of radio dust, Cranial mush, men
get flattened out
radials spun on dusted combatant joust
after house of the dead heads fled, it's just the
city moans
Malignant kid in it with sentence of sinister
conferred
Magna-funk asbestos, the best at closed-quarters
shit
Some will gravitate to the falcon and burn in
wordlessness
hangin' with the herd is my joy
we buoy ordertake employ
When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy
we stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just
follow
the citizens all love to be loved, we just follow
figure they ate the kids, homey
so f**k em save the adults
Kids are patriotic, robotic, operate catapults
And goose-step over innocence
Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing
Read the books that will burn at the barn raising
 
(Independent like a f**k) (Oh, Jesus)
You misinterpreted that Funcrush shit
So man, funcrush this
spectacular dawning of the heardthinner faction
where distraction is bliss
Tyrell took a sabatical but back for the new
semester (rockin that)
class action suit from the Laundromat of velour
and pressed polyester
American history exo-bytes cypher with the
tainted offspring, gimme nodos quick
you need to haul that mega-dumb style to the
antique roadshow, bit*h
the system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that
wound aesthetic
the name of this routine is live at man you just
don't get it
please try to compartmentalize my dick
with a little bit a that bit*h hubris
when the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid
every mindf**k i handout comes with a free month
of internet access
and an updated year 2003 version of the mega
clapper (you know the drill, clap off)
this is the third installment of a prequel that
was never written right
filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic, without
Lucasarts graphics

rendered cuddly comic relief creatures or
terrible child actors
get off that jade elephant, you're stoned, and
remember everything backwards