Dear Sirs Lyrics - Singles - El-p

Dear Sirs 

If the pavement comes alive on Flatbush Ave with toothy smiles 

Comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes 

And birds burst into flames while singing Satan's praises 

And fold into the sky and rain down ashy danger 

If every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes 

To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked 

And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience 

And every woman beating rapist is securely in their coffins 

If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn time summer moment 

Is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean 

And rent is paid by bread literally and parking isn't paid for 

And food stamps can be planted and childhoods can't be damaged 

If fire could power space ships that safely ship the creators 

Of dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all who faced it 

And the slurping nerf of bureaucrat life and bean counting slave owners 

Is twisted in on itself 'til they shave off their own faces 

If all the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat 

And force fed to the children of every CIA agent 

And dust heads get an angel and an acres worth of rainbow 

And the projects turn to clouds and the stupid aren't so proud 

And the snivelling grimace mongrels of infected money 

Slobbing pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam of light 

And mercy is the rule and the exception's mercy too 

And the desert comes in Brooklyn and the president goes to school 

Time flows in reverse, death becomes my birth 

Me fighting in your war is still, by a large margin 

The least likely thing that will ever fucking happen, ever