Fast Cars Lyrics
| Song | Fast Cars |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who's that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Big bad Bazooka | |
| Tooth, I came to break bread. | |
| What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell 'em...... ah **** it, yo | |
| I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in | |
| Cambodia with motor home appraisers. | |
| Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. | |
| Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the | |
| Zippo he had stole that afternoon. | |
| And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. | |
| Grew up with a | |
| Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. | |
| Be all you can be just never soothed us. | |
| You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. | |
| Holler scum's lullaby. | |
| Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. | |
| Hush little baby, timeout. | |
| The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. | |
| And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. | |
| Flush the | |
| Muppet hootenanny. | |
| Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is claiming | |
| Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. | |
| Ante up, stupid. | |
| May delusion feed 'em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. | |
| Pocket all you can now. | |
| Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. | |
| Slaughter beef and cow tip. | |
| Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. | |
| Who's that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth, | |
| Gemini, I came to break bread. | |
| What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... (3x) | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wide-eyed | |
| Its like never mind the bullocks. (****) | |
| Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. | |
| Like every other week he spins the bottle. | |
| Like every other week these ****ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. | |
| Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. | |
| Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that | |
| I run with turn the **** yous into fast food. | |
| Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck. | |
| Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!). | |
| This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. | |
| Weathermen huddle up. | |
| Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. | |
| Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's | |
| A-E-S-O-P- | |
| R-O-C-K, the peak twister. | |
| Defender of the son of | |
| Vaughn Bode's | |
| Cheech Wizard. | |
| I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. | |
| Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: “kill every mother****er but me.” | |
| You cool with that? | |
| Cool. Bang. | |
| You? Cool. | |
| Hang. You? | |
| No? Uh... bang? | |
| Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. | |
| And too long have | |
| I followed yours. | |
| I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. | |
| Who's that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth | |
| Krueger, I came to break bread. | |
| What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wide-eyed |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Big bad Bazooka | |
| Tooth, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em...... ah it, yo | |
| I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in | |
| Cambodia with motor home appraisers. | |
| Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. | |
| Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the | |
| Zippo he had stole that afternoon. | |
| And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. | |
| Grew up with a | |
| Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. | |
| Be all you can be just never soothed us. | |
| You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. | |
| Holler scum' s lullaby. | |
| Live from the ultrafly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. | |
| Hush little baby, timeout. | |
| The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten' s escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. | |
| And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. | |
| Flush the | |
| Muppet hootenanny. | |
| Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle' s every duke is claiming | |
| Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. | |
| Ante up, stupid. | |
| May delusion feed ' em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. | |
| Pocket all you can now. | |
| Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. | |
| Slaughter beef and cow tip. | |
| Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. | |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth, | |
| Gemini, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... 3x | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wideeyed | |
| Its like never mind the bullocks. | |
| Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol' s bullets. | |
| Like every other week he spins the bottle. | |
| Like every other week these ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. | |
| Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. | |
| Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that | |
| I run with turn the yous into fast food. | |
| Like a little freak sick of the 3 o' clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother' s truck. | |
| Tomorrow' s extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy' s widow maker out a brown lunch bag bang!. | |
| This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. | |
| Weathermen huddle up. | |
| Today the son of one too many ' yes sir' s kings his checkers, watch the double jump. | |
| Back with a platter of hot leeches that' ll drink upevery bloody drop down to the last diseases, it' s | |
| AESOP | |
| ROCK, the peak twister. | |
| Defender of the son of | |
| Vaughn Bode' s | |
| Cheech Wizard. | |
| I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. | |
| Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: " kill every mother er but me." | |
| You cool with that? | |
| Cool. Bang. | |
| You? Cool. | |
| Hang. You? | |
| No? Uh... bang? | |
| Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. | |
| And too long have | |
| I followed yours. | |
| I' m trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. | |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth | |
| Krueger, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wideeyed |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Big bad Bazooka | |
| Tooth, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em...... ah it, yo | |
| I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in | |
| Cambodia with motor home appraisers. | |
| Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. | |
| Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the | |
| Zippo he had stole that afternoon. | |
| And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. | |
| Grew up with a | |
| Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. | |
| Be all you can be just never soothed us. | |
| You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. | |
| Holler scum' s lullaby. | |
| Live from the ultrafly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. | |
| Hush little baby, timeout. | |
| The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten' s escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. | |
| And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. | |
| Flush the | |
| Muppet hootenanny. | |
| Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle' s every duke is claiming | |
| Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. | |
| Ante up, stupid. | |
| May delusion feed ' em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. | |
| Pocket all you can now. | |
| Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. | |
| Slaughter beef and cow tip. | |
| Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. | |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth, | |
| Gemini, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... 3x | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wideeyed | |
| Its like never mind the bullocks. | |
| Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol' s bullets. | |
| Like every other week he spins the bottle. | |
| Like every other week these ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. | |
| Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. | |
| Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that | |
| I run with turn the yous into fast food. | |
| Like a little freak sick of the 3 o' clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother' s truck. | |
| Tomorrow' s extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy' s widow maker out a brown lunch bag bang!. | |
| This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. | |
| Weathermen huddle up. | |
| Today the son of one too many ' yes sir' s kings his checkers, watch the double jump. | |
| Back with a platter of hot leeches that' ll drink upevery bloody drop down to the last diseases, it' s | |
| AESOP | |
| ROCK, the peak twister. | |
| Defender of the son of | |
| Vaughn Bode' s | |
| Cheech Wizard. | |
| I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. | |
| Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: " kill every mother er but me." | |
| You cool with that? | |
| Cool. Bang. | |
| You? Cool. | |
| Hang. You? | |
| No? Uh... bang? | |
| Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. | |
| And too long have | |
| I followed yours. | |
| I' m trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. | |
| Who' s that walking with a hole in his head? | |
| Bazooka Tooth | |
| Krueger, I came to break bread. | |
| What' s a troop' s recipe for treacherous times? | |
| I tell ' em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. | |
| Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... | |
| I got her majesty | |
| Athena riding shotty wideeyed |
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