Accidents Don't Happen-El-P

[00:00.000] 作词 : El-P [00:52.64]Yo I touch with rusted clutch then spun out of the dust [00:57.35]And careen into the temples of automated destruct [01:00.32]Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged [01:02.62]Fishing for the fly **** hybrid [01:04.85]I run among the mudskipper swarms [01:05.68]Through warnings and good morning Beiruits [01:07.54]Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits [01:10.03]City life is practice casket truancy [01:12.48]That's the rule of you and me brash unmasked lunacy [01:15.35]Friends used to laugh fast grasped little truth from me [01:18.34]Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis [01:21.08]Who deserves the wrath without warning [01:22.97]The same sky for the martyr [01:23.97]With a spork scorch New York forfeits [01:25.96]Run among the poppy fields order some more clips [01:28.48]Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless [01:31.30]Bloomey bought the city of Lego and ****ty metal hull [01:33.92]Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted [01:36.30]Flight of the accidental tourist morbid [01:38.58]The advertising gods so oddly courtship [01:40.92]Godly corporate squads plot these tortures [01:44.53]Holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes [01:47.56](guess he took a second job on the force to afford it) [01:50.61]I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies [01:52.36]Man it's too much for my stubbornness [01:54.11]I hate the people runnin' shit [01:55.02]Now if you sleep at ground o below wishing you peaceful sleep [01:58.72]Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently [02:00.67]Metal bars of ancient [02:01.80]Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the ****) [02:03.67]I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit [02:05.74]Pristine untouched NB703's untouched [02:06.92]Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery [02:11.22]Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy [02:15.65]Tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight [02:17.53]Cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight [02:19.60]Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more [02:21.78]But I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates [02:24.46]Breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements [02:26.59]Seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good [02:29.55]And now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress [02:32.29]Now you can hypnotize the herd [02:33.84]I'm alive with fly visions that attack like [02:35.84]Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons [02:37.62]True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong [02:40.24]In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song [02:42.67]I know you're listening get down with this ***** whistle along [03:02.28]It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds [03:05.27]They ***** all infected I'm lookin for milky words [03:07.18]They pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out [03:10.03]Had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out [03:12.37]What I look like with no skin [03:14.45]Who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated [03:17.61]Even your no flipped egyptian Euro [03:20.54]Got my website shut down by the Bureau [03:23.11]Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop [03:26.24]But Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt [03:28.91]I breath artist time fans the artist [03:31.98]Put a couple G's together before harvest light [03:34.36]I'll take all this [03:35.54]The hell I'm doin [03:36.68]Dippin this whole ******' pound in enbalmin fluids [03:38.70]You think I rhyme to do it if it's (on point) shot is [03:42.19]If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids [03:55.61]It's the year 2010 you can say what you want [03:57.52]But I bet if you light this blunt dummy the feds'll come runnin' [04:02.35]Lock you up lock you out you ain't tryin' to listen [04:04.79]Cameras in your food dude look they're trying to listen [04:07.36]Lock you up lock you out we got bugs in the house [04:09.65]We're being monitored they know we got thugs in the house [04:12.41]Don't light your blunt ***** they'll hit you with a switch [04:15.18]Hit you with a beam hit you in the brain [04:16.32]Make you go totally insane [04:18.08]Wild out guns in the spot flippin' on you ****** [04:20.59]They take you out then the Feds push guns on the roof [04:23.64]They take 'em out melt you out 'cause you know too much [04:26.13]After that you know your ho's get touched [04:27.93]Look Then the meaning starts [04:29.58]Download your chip to a memory card [04:31.17]Give your chips and send 'em to a city job