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  • 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 shouting,
    And I’d like to turn them down
    But there ain't no knob.
    Born into picket fences
    Not into picket lines.
    All this hippie-**** for the 60's
    And another cliché 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 tough 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
    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 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 we’re 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 one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr
    The world that has made us can no longer contain us
    And prophets 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
  • 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 shouting,
    And I’d like to turn them down
    But there ain't no knob.
    Born into picket fences
    Not into picket lines.
    All this hippie-**** for the 60's
    And another cliché 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 tough 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
    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 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 we’re 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 one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr
    The world that has made us can no longer contain us
    And prophets 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