Wild West

[Verse 1: Sage Francis]

How dare you interrupt the monkey man doing his funny dance

You ain't from my fam and you ain't a fucking fan

Summer of the son of son of Sam

Your grandkids are treadmill working, modern day Running Man

You're from the scum of the sand

You are the sum of a number you will never understand

"Don't fall for that! It's such a scam."

I bet 100 grand I could touch you…

Like "boop!" Ooooh, reconstruct you

Undead Kennedys. Some wed their enemies

Just for the fashion of it with a blood red accessory

That will not match your pillbox hat. Let it be

Got a magic bullet theory that'll blow your mind. Literally

I'm fin to blow. Kick in the do', begin to killing

Each and every single one of the indigo children

Must not be taller than this sign here

If they be any taller, then sign here

If you need any water it's right here

Come get a little from the middlemen in white gear

We don't all bleed red

I've seen tar black sludge pouring out the back of a fiend's head

Blue blooded Americans too stuck up with arrogance

To notice the mules fucking the elephants

True revolution is intelligence

This ain't the motherfucking wild, wild west

[Verse 2: Kristoff Krane]

My apologies for synthesizing intuition

I swear to God it wasn't my fault but I'll still fix it

I wish no harm upon another like it's euthanasia

Only in love will we rediscover human nature

I'm feeling sick somebody please bring me a cup of milk

I want the kind I seen up on the sign while on my way to work

A couple pills will probably do the trick

Ha Dad?

Naw, naw, naw, naw

Naw, fuck that

I want a proper breath pulled from my diaphragm

To calm my anxious organs and arouse the ancient eye within

Leviathan has been raised from the dead

If you look into your head, it's evident in the environment

Let the tires spin, eyes roll, burn rubber holes into the o-zone

Clones who never knew their mother

Fighter on demand, supplies is slowly needy weening

Completely shy of any chance to find some peaceful meaning

Now dance you dirty little puppet show

Destiny defined just like the bullet in the gun you hold

Now hit the mark finish what you start

Go to the market get some seeds to plant a garden in your yard

Get off your ass and get a house

Get a bank account, a little baby and a spouse

Get a job, get a dog, get a bone

Die fast, live slow

Feel alone

High class

[Verse 3: Sadistik]

Time lapses and it's a sign of death

While another proper noun tries to fit inside my chest (Yes!)

We put flowers on our own graves

Symbolize the death, it's ironic and poetic in a sense

I listen to the storm cyborg like Christ

It's a sight for sore eyes and poor eye-sight, this

Just might distort my whole short life-bliss

If the light from your sky is more like pitch black

Out with me, while I'm fading from the Jack Dans

Pull another white flag, hanging me at half mast

I got the blues, staining all the cracked glass

Read all the bad jokes, training for the last laugh

So stand back, like a bear in blood

I don't throw my hands up cause I care too much

About a world that's so fragile that I'm scared to touch

I got a tendency to break what was meant to be awake, wait

Now is one grave enough?

To come hate the mundane, now some say it's love

We're in this machine and it's unsafe to trust

We're mechanical, that's why our blood tastes like rust

Some may adjust, but they're marketing the zeitgeist

Penny for you thoughts if it's offered at the right price

Day of the dead, opposite of night-life

Pray that instead you'll be caught up in the bright lights

• Artist:Kristoff Krane
• Album:I Freestyle Life (2005-2013) (2014)