Garfield Songtext

sequence tar heel
carrots, try the soup (?)
green Jesus car wheel
tattoo of a scar
half a sleeveless arm shield
make yer girl wanna put 'em
on the glass like Garfield

{Aesop Rock}
fairy contest Go!
you win, I was never good at that
always shook his head with any hooks attached
(...?) of days
drag a trail of slime and waste
catch you outside quickie mart, the mini-mall, or time and space
I am too looped in systematic moving patterns
meticulously plotted with miniature pewter dragons
the dark heart news penny any necromancy
on to plan B, panic and channel the nothin' Bambi
{Chorus (Aesop Rock)}
pee in the door when there's nobody home
(...?) when there's mail in the box
rockin the bus on a rollery phone
something to write on the way of the walk

{Rob Sonic}
landed in the smokey collat(?) on the way to sturgess
meltin' down the silver from chains and then makin' stirrups
turn upon the news in a segment on wasted purpose
when it's death before dishonor
words before trade insurance
pygmy dart horse and poison place where the circle is
wolf pack legions and heathens that breathe the virgin skins
row bombers for Dora complete with permanent (?)
purple heart fastened to leaf of Adidas turtle tips

{Aesop Rock}
oh wooden tangles
wet like a hell-hole
so sick spiders tattoo it on the elbows
guest star rebuilt
cozy inside the milk bar
jukebox (...?)ing
for the tune to break the bell jar
zero miss lifting
split-screen, left side's friend died
right side, a witch's crypt crypting (Gross)
i'm cranky like nobody understands me
white tee, dagger in the back, nothing fancy

{Chorus}

{Rob Sonic}
mayhem of mosaic Passaic river of guppy grief
cause and effect to the timid limb of your hugging tree
cut in a 3-way divided amongst a rugby team
who can either take or leave em
or feed em game like it's Chuck E. Cheese
really rotten doctor shocks of the all stars
newspaper letters that'll end in his hallmarks
stuck in traffic stoned
stopped at the Walmart
while I beast
and then maul cops like Paul Bl(...?)

{Aesop Rock}
while I beast
install bombs in doll parts
pawn shops, stalwarts
(...?), broad swords
(...?) clocks, long darts
shockin(?) on a sock drawer
porn drawn arms
jarred prawn hearts
I thrilled, killed, coked, and sold with raw matter
milled, spilled guts, and drummed with Thor's hammer
document the war of the department store's Santas
from the POD of cameras hid in the dog's antlers

{Chorus}