Keep Off The Lawn Lyrics - None Shall Pass - Aesop Rock

(Good Evening) 

(Happy to be Breathing) 

(I am Alive) 

(Yeah) 

(Fuck You) 

(Like you've seen a ghost) 

most copious 

brain soaked the opiates 

notice to the phobias 

appropriately procreate 

woke up with a ghost farm 

focused on his groceries 

when they aren't telling stories they are multiplying grossly on the lawn 

let 'em loiter never let 'em spawn 

the abhorritions have been drinkin' this water for too long 

so when they gather by the birdbath in the morning you can tell em 

i mean no disrespect but you have all outstayed your welcome 

interesting in a sense 

interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence 

how quickly they will lift their heads 

and breathe an ultimatum like the dead don't argue 

said you're living by the bayonet but how alive are you 

shit 

haggis old juice and bad ettiquette 

elbows on the table lobster bib on and on the ready set he said 

but how alive 

i dunno homie you decide 

fine 

how alive? 

too alive 

how alive? 

too alive 

how alive? 

too alive 

and one by one around the yard til each one felt communal pride 

like they had done their little part in cleaning up the public 

with a steaming plate of justice for them east baker stomachs 

(say what?) 

we the legends at home with the unremembered 

geriatric lurin' the clutch of the budding censored 

snuck around the art police and all related governments to infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip 

ahh, money's in the market for a mothership 

double as a vessel to drag its legacy under it 

and who am I to hang 'em out to dry by the heap, when if rehydrating fails we're all dumber because of me 

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zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly 

the too alive channel from the livarian (alternate: live aryan (alternate alternate: library of) rivalry 

and summers in the mud 

winters by the tracks 

no story goes untold, aes is back 

I got a handful rockin' the same poker face 

gonna dance around the table like they own the place. 

I got the whole world thinkin' it's a holiday 

'cause they can smell the chum in the water from miles away. 

you 

you 

you 

you 

you 

you 

you look like you've seen a ghost. 

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how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive. 

how alive? too alive.