Saturn Missiles
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โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Step on the lawn I keep the foot, peep
In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on, hoodie-off
Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
In territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged
Kiss Me I'm Dead
Nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
How pray tell do he sit pretty?
When the ol' one-two unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
Came in the door and the floor is lava
Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
Born home sick for an invisible address, bat shit
Bumble and bat around catnip
One black heart Katamari massive
Packed in a fat category-five rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
I hate you (I hate you more)
No, I hate you infinity
And Pangaea break into smithereens
Interlude prest-o change-o
If it move to quick (oh whey oh)
Right brain go white train Ramo
Mustache any old Monet, (no)
Yes
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
Bet: moth into kerosene awful
A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville
Amorally mixing business with 144 Dixie Whistlers
Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ringers
Are you privy to the misadventures?
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete
There is admittedly an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep
48 strings of 12
That ring ring ring, whiz-bang, jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy
Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
Fold wild life out of the Wolf Pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all-caps ACME
Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
No sling no spear
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears
Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Hmm, maybe an awkward phase
Like his acne and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work action figures
It was death by saturn missiles
In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on, hoodie-off
Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
In territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged
Kiss Me I'm Dead
Nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
How pray tell do he sit pretty?
When the ol' one-two unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
Came in the door and the floor is lava
Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
Born home sick for an invisible address, bat shit
Bumble and bat around catnip
One black heart Katamari massive
Packed in a fat category-five rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
I hate you (I hate you more)
No, I hate you infinity
And Pangaea break into smithereens
Interlude prest-o change-o
If it move to quick (oh whey oh)
Right brain go white train Ramo
Mustache any old Monet, (no)
Yes
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
Bet: moth into kerosene awful
A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville
Amorally mixing business with 144 Dixie Whistlers
Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ringers
Are you privy to the misadventures?
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete
There is admittedly an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep
48 strings of 12
That ring ring ring, whiz-bang, jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy
Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
Fold wild life out of the Wolf Pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all-caps ACME
Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
No sling no spear
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears
Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Hmm, maybe an awkward phase
Like his acne and sophomore fade, played
Calling all out-of-work action figures
It was death by saturn missiles
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.97] Step on the lawn I keep the foot, peep
[00:16.55] In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese
[00:18.59] Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
[00:20.53] Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
[00:22.37] I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on, hoodie-off
[00:24.56] Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
[00:26.55] Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
[00:31.53] In territorial syntax
[00:32.65] Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
[00:34.04] Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
[00:36.30] I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged
[00:37.46] Kiss Me I'm Dead
[00:38.27] Nursing a mystery Dayquil
[00:40.01] Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
[00:41.98] How pray tell do he sit pretty?
[00:43.95] When the ol' one-two unglue in a tizzy
[00:45.61] Please hold for the don't play dull boy
[00:47.83] Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
[00:49.81] Came in the door and the floor is lava
[00:51.67] Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
[00:53.59] Born home sick for an invisible address, bat shit
[00:55.59] Bumble and bat around catnip
[00:57.29] One black heart Katamari massive
[00:59.02] Packed in a fat category-five rat nest
[01:01.03] Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
[01:03.08] Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
[01:05.05] I hate you (I hate you more)
[01:06.05] No, I hate you infinity
[01:07.40] And Pangaea break into smithereens
[01:08.99] Interlude prest-o change-o
[01:10.72] If it move to quick (oh whey oh)
[01:13.08] Right brain go white train Ramo
[01:14.35] Mustache any old Monet, (no)
[01:17.92] Yes
[01:19.07]
[01:51.12] Merrily merrily merrily merrily
[01:53.42] In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
[01:54.89] Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
[01:56.77] Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
[01:58.85] Bet: moth into kerosene awful
[02:00.74] A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville
[02:02.81] Amorally mixing business with 144 Dixie Whistlers
[02:06.45] Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
[02:08.20] NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
[02:10.18] Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ringers
[02:11.96] Are you privy to the misadventures?
[02:13.68] It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
[02:15.74] With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete
[02:17.58] There is admittedly an incredible mystique
[02:19.92] To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep
[02:21.95] 48 strings of 12
[02:23.67] That ring ring ring, whiz-bang, jingle bells
[02:25.51] And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy
[02:27.95] Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
[02:29.35] Fold wild life out of the Wolf Pack wrapping
[02:31.63] Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
[02:33.58] TNT plunger in all-caps ACME
[02:35.14] Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
[02:37.19] No sling no spear
[02:39.12] I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears
[02:40.94] Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
[02:42.68] During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
[02:44.55] Hmm, maybe an awkward phase
[02:46.73] Like his acne and sophomore fade, played
[02:48.03] Calling all out-of-work action figures
[02:50.58] It was death by saturn missiles
[02:53.95]
[00:16.55] In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese
[00:18.59] Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
[00:20.53] Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
[00:22.37] I'm all pincher, fevery hoodie-on, hoodie-off
[00:24.56] Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
[00:26.55] Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
[00:31.53] In territorial syntax
[00:32.65] Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
[00:34.04] Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
[00:36.30] I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged
[00:37.46] Kiss Me I'm Dead
[00:38.27] Nursing a mystery Dayquil
[00:40.01] Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
[00:41.98] How pray tell do he sit pretty?
[00:43.95] When the ol' one-two unglue in a tizzy
[00:45.61] Please hold for the don't play dull boy
[00:47.83] Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
[00:49.81] Came in the door and the floor is lava
[00:51.67] Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
[00:53.59] Born home sick for an invisible address, bat shit
[00:55.59] Bumble and bat around catnip
[00:57.29] One black heart Katamari massive
[00:59.02] Packed in a fat category-five rat nest
[01:01.03] Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
[01:03.08] Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
[01:05.05] I hate you (I hate you more)
[01:06.05] No, I hate you infinity
[01:07.40] And Pangaea break into smithereens
[01:08.99] Interlude prest-o change-o
[01:10.72] If it move to quick (oh whey oh)
[01:13.08] Right brain go white train Ramo
[01:14.35] Mustache any old Monet, (no)
[01:17.92] Yes
[01:19.07]
[01:51.12] Merrily merrily merrily merrily
[01:53.42] In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
[01:54.89] Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
[01:56.77] Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
[01:58.85] Bet: moth into kerosene awful
[02:00.74] A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville
[02:02.81] Amorally mixing business with 144 Dixie Whistlers
[02:06.45] Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
[02:08.20] NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
[02:10.18] Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ringers
[02:11.96] Are you privy to the misadventures?
[02:13.68] It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
[02:15.74] With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete
[02:17.58] There is admittedly an incredible mystique
[02:19.92] To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep
[02:21.95] 48 strings of 12
[02:23.67] That ring ring ring, whiz-bang, jingle bells
[02:25.51] And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy
[02:27.95] Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting
[02:29.35] Fold wild life out of the Wolf Pack wrapping
[02:31.63] Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
[02:33.58] TNT plunger in all-caps ACME
[02:35.14] Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
[02:37.19] No sling no spear
[02:39.12] I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears
[02:40.94] Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
[02:42.68] During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
[02:44.55] Hmm, maybe an awkward phase
[02:46.73] Like his acne and sophomore fade, played
[02:48.03] Calling all out-of-work action figures
[02:50.58] It was death by saturn missiles
[02:53.95]