Sage Francis Lyrics

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The secretive type

 I like to creep in the night

 But I speak under my breath to be polite

 I'm talking about you

 Unconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling

 The mystique's building 

 I only speak to the freakishly sheep children

 For some cheap thrill thing

 I'll be willing to make purchases on my credit card

 As long as its of discrete billing

 I am expected to get murdered by bombs

 So I open up my mailbox with surgical tongs

 Rubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palms

 Let me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momz

 I've heard of the song by the guy 

 What's his face who say's those things

 I love that song 

 I think its called ambiguity

 And the music be

 Handed to you and me

 In the form of animal cruelty

 I'm heading to the labratory 

 To free some mice today

 Heading back to the lab 

 To prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is gray

 Impressionable minds have nothing even nice to say

 Your brain is putty in my hands

 My man it seems just like some clay

 See I'm strange 

 I'll take my time to rearrange 

 Your frame of mind

 You'll want to be the Sage wait in line

 With the rest of them grape vines

 Swinging idiots 

 You ain't busting no grape and making wine

 You ain't duplicating my rhyming bitch

 I'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus is

 Masterbating penises in a alley way where she just is

 Thinking that's enough and it is

 Asking can I live

 Is the way these asinine kids imply that they are dead

 Already they are

 Get in your car

 Release the breaks

 Put it in neutral

 I won't steer you wrong

 This way to the future 

 Follow along

 Come follow me