None Shall Pass

Flash that buttery, gold

Jittery, zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole

What a patrol...

What are we to Heart Huckabee?

Art fuckery, suddenly?

Not enough young in his lung for the waterwings?

Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch

Like, "I'm a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt."

(Fine...)

Sign of the time we elapse

When a primate climb up a spine and attach

Eye for an eye by the bog life swamps and vines

They get a rise out of frogs and flies

So when a dogfight's hog-tied prize sort of costs a life

The mouths water on a fork and knife

And the allure isn't right

No score on a war-torn beach

Where the cash cow's actually beef

Blood turns wine when it leak for police

Like, "That's not a riot it's a feast. Let's eat!"

And I will remember your name and face

On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast

And I will rejoice in your fall from grace

With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pass."

Now if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix

You wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz

How he spoke through a NoDoz motor on the fritz

'Cause he wouldn't play rollover fetch like a bitch

And express no regrets, though he isn't worth a homeowner's piss

To the jokers who pose by the glitz

(Fine...)

Sign of the swine in the swarm

When a king is a whore who comply and conform

Miles outside of the eye of the storm

With a siphon to lure out a prize and award

While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war

True blue triumph is more!

Like, "Wait, let him snake up out of the centerfold."

"Let it break the walls of Jericho."

"Ready? Go!"

Sat where the old, cardboard city folk

Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw

And I will remember your name and face

On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast

And I will rejoice in your fall from grace

With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pass."

Okay, woke to a grocery list

Goes like this:

Duty and death

Anyone object, come stand in the way

You could be my little Snake River Canyon today

And I ran with a chain of commands

And a jet pack strapped where the backstab lands if it can

(Fine...)

Sign of the vibe in the crowd

When I cut a belly open to find what climb out

That's quite a bit of gusto he muster up

To make a dark horse rush like, "Enough's enough!"

It must've... struck a nerve so they huff and puff

Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck

And it's a beautiful thing

To my people who keep an impressive wingspan even when the cubicle shrink

You got to pull up the intruder by the root of the weed

NY chew through the machine...

And I will remember your name and face

On the day you are judged by "The Funhouse" cast

And I will rejoice in your fall from grace

With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pass."