Artist: Aesop Rock Album: Float Song: The Mayor and the Crook Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com [Chorus: Aesop Rock] No more pencils, no more books I built the city out one brick I had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now, let's build [Aesop Rock] Every tenderfoot cadet better they be slit-throat percentages Chicken penmanship tied the thirteenth knot (Hangman) I arrange panoramics of a plastic catalog And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes And she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and let em' feed The devil tree penciled me in, but I slept thick through my alarm sock Slick Willy hid in the barn while farmer charmed the crops And I'm a warden My tongue is full of glass Because I promised my friend I'd chew up the bottle If he truly drank the poison I'm alienating the mating man to the high ride, base tied Face mine's and make God clones We can manufacture medicine Cut into five digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector) My destinies resting with red worms chewin' off the carcass anyway Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray By the way if that diamond ring don't shine That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't neglect the sentiment I'll pedal my tricycle through the F5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker [Chorus: Aesop Rock] No more pencils, no more books I built the city out one brick I had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and migrated east, now, let's build [Aesop Rock] If I botched the operation I apologize (Sorry) The air's rooted in carbon I'm but a mortal archer parked in amber waves of starlets I'm fresh out of Geppetto's woodwork asylum Cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles Let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle Well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings When a noble's demoted hope it don't sucker-punch the colony But when the catapult releases lease your claims behind the bunker And fasten stinger pageant results to the public eye (Glory hunter) Is it genuine enough to feel baby felon Negotiate comradery of wills How's this my little loom? Perv surgeon with dirty dominion monitor boxes Hovering inches 'bove pertinent urchin toxins Now y'all ain't excused from table side Till the dinner plates fly Slurping' liquid happy citizen enhancer I got this slicky sycamore head shaker Mimic stitch and splinter entry Thereby filtering citizens hit-man prior to acts descending (Tight) Cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison Captive, passive spring loaded serenity I'm trying to give this city acupuncture Shovin' one-way pins in subway systems Stand up where I'm layin', now that a runway vic (Push, push) Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship See every now and again I love life but hate to admit it Cause it spreads the jinx on a sleeping cynic [Chorus: Aesop Rock] No more pencils, no more books I built the city out one brick I had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the guilt I stole the brick back and-- [Aesop Rock] I'm quadruple six plus scruples category mayhem stems So one overlooked the scene including loopholes When Christ studies the return ramifications I'll burn the campus to impress him Then rock like Medusa glances You ran the final mile before the blanks blow Home alone sipping beetle juice Just to numb and then shimmy the needles loose I built a castle out of fifty-two cards Plus jokers with an image Modern theory jars us while remaining harnessed to the vintage I'm mad at how far this is dishonoring Occam's Razor But it seemed so being fatigued knuckle work (Labor) I've patched the little leakage in the shell around my greed In case Tommy Turbulence located The Matrix then impedes Whistle b in dirge bout the boogie burst classic Helen fell in haunted machines screened by similars That pagan act of suicide came to the daggers surface Due to one queen who lodged the faith inside a broken circus Me and my stargazer from woodwork serve the furnace Pittin and discoloring up the lung that stung the serpent I cherish the ferris wheel revolutions It's not because the ride enthralls more simply to the fact that it still revolves Nursed in a bracket televise plastics and saccharine (well) I oppose mass panic The repressed fantasy cadets pose with a latch key demeanor Returning to find a home vacant with no similars to compare days with so let's build!