My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use, No healthy calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Got a soundtrack in my mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner, Skin tucked in And meat side out and shot, And I'd like to turn them down But there ain't no knob. Run into picket fences Not into picket lines. All this hippie-shit for the 60's And another cliche for our time. But, But a one of these days your heart Will just stop ticking, And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah Did you know that the gravedigger's still Gettin' stuck in the machine Even though it's a whole other daydream. It's another town it's another world, Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done There's always another one, Waiting right around the bend, Till this one ends, Then it begins sqeaky clean, Then it starts all over again. The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possibly it could be news publications and, Possibly it could be news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic The worlds got a nosebleed it said And were flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests! And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no ones the killer and no ones the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. Ah ah ah My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they aint friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use, No healthy calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds
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Copy to Clipboard: My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they ain't friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use, No healthy calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Got a soundtrack in my mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner, Skin tucked in And meat side out and shot, And I'd like to turn them down But there ain't no knob. Run into picket fences Not into picket lines. All this hippie-shit for the 60's And another cliche for our time. But, But a one of these days your heart Will just stop ticking, And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah Did you know that the gravedigger's still Gettin' stuck in the machine Even though it's a whole other daydream. It's another town it's another world, Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done There's always another one, Waiting right around the bend, Till this one ends, Then it begins sqeaky clean, Then it starts all over again. The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, Predicting and warning, And warning and warning of, Possibly it could be news publications and, Possibly it could be news TV stations. That Very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic, When all she had wanted to know was the traffic The worlds got a nosebleed it said And were flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests! And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. And no ones the killer and no ones the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds. Ah ah ah My rhyme ain't good just yet, My brain and tongue just met, And they aint friends, so far, My words don't travel far, They tangle in my hair, And tend to go nowhere, They grow right back inside, Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use, No healthy calories, Nutrition values. And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds
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