Busdriver: Ethereal Driftwood
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Busdriver: Ethereal Driftwood
Y'all want to see tits and ass,
Street grit and sass
As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
-You know what we want-
You're looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
-You know what we want-
I'm not down with that B-list staff,
As they yell out Jesus at mass
I'll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
-You know what we want-
An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
-You know what we want-
And I'm too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
For my agnostic plunge
-You know what we want-
So what I've accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
By the posh and young tastemakers
-You know what we want-
An overdone tame premise,
I jump from the plane wreckage
Unscaved yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
-You know what we want-
Pop culture's lame vestiges, I'm an ordained pessimist
With hippie-qualms and
sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
I'm good for a belly laugh
Covered in a blanket of ash
Leaving with an ankle cast
But sometimes I feel that
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you're on the plan alive with water wings
You'll think,
I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
They want semantics and sniveling
Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
To be hand-picked for a little scene
In a student film
All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
A shanty for this fitted king
Of uprooted elm
And they've been given solar-powered cars
Trail mix and power bars
Upturned tarot cards
They want to be heralded by wishful teens
In stretch-Hummers and limousines
They're beyond medicinal means
-You know what we want-
But I gave them a protagonist
The color of cinnamon and mahogany
filtered through award-winning cinematography
And the motherf#$%ing discography of a G
If you don't like it then kick rocks
I'm pre-history's disc-jock
Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
but I never had the s#$t in-stock
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you're on the plane alive with water wings
You'll think,
'I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
Street grit and sass
As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
-You know what we want-
You're looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
-You know what we want-
I'm not down with that B-list staff,
As they yell out Jesus at mass
I'll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
-You know what we want-
An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
-You know what we want-
And I'm too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
For my agnostic plunge
-You know what we want-
So what I've accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
By the posh and young tastemakers
-You know what we want-
An overdone tame premise,
I jump from the plane wreckage
Unscaved yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
-You know what we want-
Pop culture's lame vestiges, I'm an ordained pessimist
With hippie-qualms and
sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
I'm good for a belly laugh
Covered in a blanket of ash
Leaving with an ankle cast
But sometimes I feel that
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you're on the plan alive with water wings
You'll think,
I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
They want semantics and sniveling
Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
To be hand-picked for a little scene
In a student film
All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
A shanty for this fitted king
Of uprooted elm
And they've been given solar-powered cars
Trail mix and power bars
Upturned tarot cards
They want to be heralded by wishful teens
In stretch-Hummers and limousines
They're beyond medicinal means
-You know what we want-
But I gave them a protagonist
The color of cinnamon and mahogany
filtered through award-winning cinematography
And the motherf#$%ing discography of a G
If you don't like it then kick rocks
I'm pre-history's disc-jock
Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
but I never had the s#$t in-stock
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When you're on the plane alive with water wings
You'll think,
'I didn't know surrendering felt this good'
I don't have what you want
So won't you accept my humble offerings
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