Tetra

Lyrics for Tetra

Don't fool with his cool I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade - Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache Dirt bike made of five worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on Dutch tilt, crush kill Maker bot coin-op arcade punk Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp Four eyes carb face, Bar-Kays iron on Pork rinds orangeade, Jarred brains die alone No mulligans, crow bars bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore" Devastatin' energy explodin' off his Tesla coil Farm bated breath and temperamental tremors That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers And I never lost tic-tac-toe to a live chicken For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin' For diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal Three wolf moon shirt, two shoes, one sock Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumm-Ra Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh Outta sorts, outta water, suicidal tetra fish Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore Before we are the severed heads of civil war Invasive radio ricochet off the silver foil Trash can fire lookin' for a kill to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks I know, this is why we can't have nice things I prefer to skip the pleasantries Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy Nope (no sh-, no sh-, no) Oh, and don't fool with his cool (no sh-, no sh-, no sh-, no) Ma, can we get a pool? Is that a no? Okay, magpies, hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zigzags bein' dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins droppin' Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-loppin' Slow Mozart, no I've never heard of knockin' Might've burst in on it, splits or skin poppin' Opt out, sober on the eve of no saint's day Locate and aim for the token propane tank Bang, followed from a pullin' of hair To a homecomin' sullied by a skull on a spear It spun a human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfillin' Concurrently, that rigid upper lip and grudge are cripplin' The wonder twins of - Armchair hater, I wouldn't - on your coffin But when I see your picture, I draw - on it The Ozone breakaway tux Holds chicken wire ribs, paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, rope hands google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rockin' with the worst Nothin' up his sleeve, nothin' here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearin' bees Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds Jeez, forgive him any dicey past He from a tiny town called Death's Icy Grasp And he don't get out much, but when he do, it's Beatlemania Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius Too charitable, offerin' the average Joe some real estate Between the Big Mouth Billy Bass and jackalope Cozy in a moment of bliss Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge (No sh-, no sh-, no sh-, no) Oh, and don't fool with his cool (No sh-, no sh-, no) Uh, we gonna need more fuel