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My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
With four cold eyes ushering a Jonestown flood
Too known too dumbstruck
Plainclothes sputtering
A strange home spine-chilling cluster to unfuck
Sup sup all steady with little magic

Annotate[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
I can take my finger off, old dog, old trick
New twist like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head
Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with and
Should they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls on
Cut it from the shoulder while the saw's warm
The full appendage really make a world of difference

The wind and rain are here again
And a powerless darkness had laid me down
The lights are out all over town
But the earthquake got me out of bed
The earthquake got me out of bed
See the little bird fly 'round his head
As the little boy sits on the ground
And makes the toy cars drive around

[Kimya Dawson]
And the blind lead the blind in the dark trail winding
Turned eyed mimes find finds reminding us
That our compasses are inside, and a GPS is not required for this ride
We will be fine without our eyes closed tight
We will be fine with them open wide
Sit in the back or you can drive
Either way you'll get there in due time

[Kimya Dawson]
I wish that your headaches would subside, my friend
And that your healing isn't just a case of double contact lens
I've got my name down for table at the Jambi Cafe
So I can Meka Leka Hiney Ho all of your pain away
And I am outside D's variety; I'm up on the brick wall
And it's the first time that this tongue of mine has licked a fireball
I close my eyes and feel the burn and say "Yeah, bring it on"

[Hook: Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson]
It's important to give away your pieces
In the detail surrounding your death
There will always be a need for the pieces you are made of
You may one day need a few pieces yourself

[Kimya Dawson]
Jen stood at the finish line

[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]
Ever since I was a kid
On the backs of my two eyelids
I hid two Teleprompters there
Transmitting words from who knows where
Walkie-talkie on a mission
Roger, roger will I listen
Or will I just pass it along