Letras
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 shoutin'
And I'd like to turn 'em down but there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the 60's and a cliche in our time
But what if 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
Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream
It's another town, it's another world where the kids asleep
And 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
Squeaky clean and it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
Predicting and warning and warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications and
Possible leakage from news TV stations
That very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic