Catacomb Kids Lyrics - None Shall Pass - Aesop Rock

I was a dark, dumb student 

No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em 

They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms 

Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles 

Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes 

'Zook slipped through the pinholes 

Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender 

Both the formal squad censor 

Look down 

Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!" 

My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares 

Gas for Huntington and back, barely 

Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit 

The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs 

(What's this?) 

A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters 

So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props 

But things will still go bump when them halogens pop 

Believe 

I'll be there when it happens 

The shakin' of the plates off the mantle 

The snakin' of the flames off the candle 

The lady of the lake off the answers 

Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers 

Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency 

Damn, doggy 

Good times, thanks 

I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks. 

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(What's this?) 

I'm an activator 

Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later 

Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor 

When the towns be freak sleep 

Trap the traitor 

He will ask for papers 

(What's this?) 

Say I'm an activator 

Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre 

By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor 

When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators 

He will catch the vapors 

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Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels 

Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals 

Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter 

So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner 

Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster 

As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers 

One shoe in the soupy gutter 

One shoe in the velvet heaven? 

Where the mermaids told him shake 'em by the lake of melted weapons 

(What's this?) 

You could dance purty with the hooligan nation 

Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift? 

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The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit 

We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit 

Yeah 

I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood 

Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped 

I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini 

Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery 

Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport 

Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court 

They chase cheese fries with Binaca 

They had shut the school down early 

There were bombs inside the lockers 

No concept of the problem 

We responded like a snow day 

It was clobber shit to flotsam 

'Till the cops said it was okay 

Okay 

Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors 

And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often 

Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets 

It was rain of the razor laser 

Day of the cloudy howdy 

Flight of the shelter melter 

You can bow without me 

Knock 'em out the box, Ace