November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk
You blamed for your speech
Walk around the block again
Wait 'til I feel cool and straight
With the diaristic bent on undertaking

Careful, steady
Are we steady?
Cool and ready

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss
Shooter, not the shot
On the tip and fit to execute
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat
Boat, boat, boat

Holding a package from a total stranger
Who claims to know me
No, you never knew me, man
Not even a fraction
You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen
I'm not bossy, I'm the boss

Shooter, not the shot
Well-composed with keys to raise the skate
I'm chief, not the overthrown
Captain, not a crony
So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone
Stone, stone, stone
Stone, stone, stone
We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl

Dip a toe until it's sunk and freezing
But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry
Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet

That's cause I'm the boss
Caller of the shots
Sutanejo, never spit to me
Chief, play my own right hand
Not haggish, but the hag
How naïve to trample
She who's running from the stampede
I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
Look, I'm raising the skate
I'm raising the skate
Oh, oh, oh

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