Run The Numbers Lyrics
| Song | Run The Numbers |
| Artist | El-P |
| Album | I'll Sleep When You're Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : El P | |
| 2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta | |
| FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| (El-P) | |
| broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant, | |
| half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent, | |
| vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken, | |
| scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten, | |
| son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live, | |
| put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest), | |
| serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise, | |
| the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren, | |
| silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages, | |
| OK dystopia, these ****ers are ripe for containment, | |
| half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader, | |
| servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) | |
| CCWM a rain of the dead confetti, | |
| the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries, | |
| Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony, | |
| captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily | |
| (Aesop Rock) | |
| Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken. | |
| Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion. | |
| Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering. | |
| Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing. | |
| Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy. | |
| Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy. | |
| Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded. | |
| The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) | |
| Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers. | |
| My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners. | |
| We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face. | |
| Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate. | |
| Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'. | |
| Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy. | |
| Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy. | |
| I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly. | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Nows the ****ing time | |
| Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud | |
| Nows the ****ing time, | |
| Lets get it movin, you suckers | |
| (El-P) | |
| Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men, | |
| Mamas boy once but now I've learned to speak draconian, | |
| And this is all for you, another tattered kite, | |
| I feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night, | |
| All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters, | |
| And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma, | |
| Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me, | |
| Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy, | |
| Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women, | |
| My father skated but he left me with latent addiction, | |
| One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn't dare to lecture, | |
| I don't know how to lead, there's got to be somebody better, | |
| Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded, | |
| Seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? I'm with you baby, | |
| Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is, | |
| I'm tired of sitting here pretending im not ****ing dangerous | |
| Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say: | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!) | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Degradation, degradation, | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| It always comes back to a bush | |
| 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed, | |
| 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames, | |
| 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane, | |
| 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same | |
| and in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space, | |
| on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day, | |
| and if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I'll say, | |
| no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face |
| zuo ci : El P | |
| 2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta | |
| FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| ElP | |
| broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant, | |
| half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent, | |
| vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken, | |
| scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten, | |
| son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live, | |
| put the stogie out in my palm and then grin I' m the rudest, | |
| serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise, | |
| the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren, | |
| silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages, | |
| OK dystopia, these ers are ripe for containment, | |
| half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader, | |
| servitude is contagious FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| CCWM a rain of the dead confetti, | |
| the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries, | |
| Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony, | |
| captured in loservision I bop so retardedly artily | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Ask me about our specials, I' d go for the razor chicken. | |
| Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion. | |
| Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering. | |
| Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing. | |
| Marker to garden weasel, he' s usually mucho woozy. | |
| Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy. | |
| Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded. | |
| The world is yours, money, now FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers. | |
| My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners. | |
| We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face. | |
| Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate. | |
| Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the ' gimme gimme'. | |
| Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy. | |
| Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy. | |
| I found a cure for cancer but it wasn' t radio friendly. | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Nows the ing time | |
| Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud | |
| Nows the ing time, | |
| Lets get it movin, you suckers | |
| ElP | |
| Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men, | |
| Mamas boy once but now I' ve learned to speak draconian, | |
| And this is all for you, another tattered kite, | |
| I feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night, | |
| All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters, | |
| And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma, | |
| Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me, | |
| Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy, | |
| Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women, | |
| My father skated but he left me with latent addiction, | |
| One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn' t dare to lecture, | |
| I don' t know how to lead, there' s got to be somebody better, | |
| Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded, | |
| Seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? I' m with you baby, | |
| Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is, | |
| I' m tired of sitting here pretending im not ing dangerous | |
| Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say: | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Degradation, degradation, | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| It always comes back to a bush | |
| 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed, | |
| 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames, | |
| 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane, | |
| 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same | |
| and in 6. 5 seconds science floated out to space, | |
| on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day, | |
| and if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I' ll say, | |
| no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face |
| zuò cí : El P | |
| 2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta | |
| FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| ElP | |
| broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant, | |
| half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent, | |
| vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken, | |
| scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten, | |
| son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live, | |
| put the stogie out in my palm and then grin I' m the rudest, | |
| serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise, | |
| the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren, | |
| silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages, | |
| OK dystopia, these ers are ripe for containment, | |
| half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader, | |
| servitude is contagious FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| CCWM a rain of the dead confetti, | |
| the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries, | |
| Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony, | |
| captured in loservision I bop so retardedly artily | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Ask me about our specials, I' d go for the razor chicken. | |
| Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion. | |
| Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering. | |
| Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing. | |
| Marker to garden weasel, he' s usually mucho woozy. | |
| Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy. | |
| Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded. | |
| The world is yours, money, now FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers. | |
| My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners. | |
| We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face. | |
| Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate. | |
| Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the ' gimme gimme'. | |
| Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy. | |
| Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy. | |
| I found a cure for cancer but it wasn' t radio friendly. | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Nows the ing time | |
| Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud | |
| Nows the ing time, | |
| Lets get it movin, you suckers | |
| ElP | |
| Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men, | |
| Mamas boy once but now I' ve learned to speak draconian, | |
| And this is all for you, another tattered kite, | |
| I feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night, | |
| All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters, | |
| And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma, | |
| Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me, | |
| Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy, | |
| Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women, | |
| My father skated but he left me with latent addiction, | |
| One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn' t dare to lecture, | |
| I don' t know how to lead, there' s got to be somebody better, | |
| Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded, | |
| Seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? I' m with you baby, | |
| Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is, | |
| I' m tired of sitting here pretending im not ing dangerous | |
| Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say: | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, | |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS! | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Degradation, degradation, | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| Explosion Explosion Explosion | |
| What happened what happened? | |
| It always comes back to a bush | |
| 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed, | |
| 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames, | |
| 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane, | |
| 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same | |
| and in 6. 5 seconds science floated out to space, | |
| on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day, | |
| and if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I' ll say, | |
| no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face |
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