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Poisenville Kids No Wins/reprise (this Must Be Our Time) Lyrics - Singles - El-p

This is the sound of what you don't know killing you 

This is the sound of what you don't need still true 

This is the sound of what you don't want still in you 

Never again 

 

When a live wire lights little metal rail right 

When a marvel of engineering steered me clear in to the plight 

Right before the bodegas open, after the peak of night 

Before the paper's delivered, I sat on the corner and sparked a light 

 

The same corner I perched when I zone dropped on the block first 

At almost 5 O'clock watching for sun spots or store clerks 

Alone spot, almost kinda like the zone was forgot 

As if the grid had been reset and couldn't catch to the clock 

 

Or the stoop was stuck in the past a half minute 

And I sat in it 

With a loosie Newpy drift out of my lips, taste, half minted 

Come on 

 

And I felt like a hundred bucks in the pocket of a gambling lush 

At a Wondershowzen flow with the druids of destructo luck 

Fugitoid on the run again, the sky gleamed, the maroonist coloring 

Layered against the bluest tone from where the thunder lived 

 

Here I was directly under it like some dejected little gray 

And they told to stay and wait for the mothership 

A cotton ball in a blizzard of mischief or brain prison 

With a thought that rode on the bus and came for conjugal visits 

 

And fucked it's way into my gray matter, the tattered territory 

Stayed chattering and nagging till it demanded it yell it for me 

And I tried to hold the thing back', but the meditation was otherly 

Fixated on what a friend said and relating it to my struggling 

 

Metropoloid void so damn smothering 

But we were children of poisenville 

And saw the seduction less repugnant 

 

And reserved the right as the triggerman 

With the back up plan of self destruction 

And I touched the type of chemicals 

That could pull me towards that function 

 

It's the stuff I find hard for discussion 

How the fuck do you explain 

Your our own self destruction 

And still remain trusted? 

 

To answer the question, yes, the city wants you gone 

And thats the only thing connecting us 

But the connection is so strong 

So how dare you assume that I'll sleep when you're dead 

This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior 

 

I will not give you the go ahead 

And you will not be remembered fondly 

I'm throwing down the gauntlet 

Fuck you, this isn't your decision 

 

And for all the holy fuck I give 

Your little spectacle is ended 

But don't think for just one second 

You've honored your obligations to me 

 

I'm serious, look in my eyes 

I don't find this funny or whatever you imagine poetry 

And justice feels like when you combine them 

I am not going to allow this on my watch buddy 

Nobodies impressed with your imagined sacrifice 

Device or insurmountable regret 

 

You are not uniquely pained 

And if you go we won't be sorry 

And who the hell are you to put me through 

The banality of watching this 

 

Cause many better men have gone 

For clearly better reasons 

And I starkly must remind you 

That you have not even been trying 

 

And that's the only thing 

Remarkable about you 

Stop me if I'm lying 

 

We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad 

There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked 

In this town if you make a sound 

You're the leper with the most fingers 

 

The league of extraordinary nobodies 

The other teams bringing in ringers 

No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones 

Sally pulled a pistol out, Billy got a blunderbuss 

 

So what the fuck are you feeling 

That makes your struggle so wondrous? 

Enough to arrogantly pull 

What's left of the rug out from under us? 

 

I think not, you're in the same barrel 

All us other crabs are caught 

And if I have to live, you have to live 

Whether you like this shit or not 

Come on 

 

Dedicated to the drowning, and the noble futility of 

The desperate friends forced to watch 

And to my good friends who refused 

To allow it to happen to me 

 

You know who you are 

You know what I'm talking about 

Believe me, man, I promise 

 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never, never, gonna get that way again 

Never, never 

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