Back To Square One - Paleface

You can ask a man what

He’s accused of or convincted of

But never what he done

Just when you think that you’ve

Been able to turn your life around

Before you know it

You’re back to square one

My intentions are dubious

Like those of Senor Rubio’s in 19−20

Against Venustiano Carranza

!Viva Ortiz!

nia Mortiis

With the Pick, the Shovel and the Sickle

F*ck Mr. Pickle swerving around

With the singular testical

I’m the man with the 88 methods like Tical

And I’m biblical

Like Samson, Delilah and Deborah

Mathematical like

Trigononometry and algebra et cetera

That’s enough boastin' for one stanza

Extravaganza

Try and be brooklynesque

Like Tony Danza

But you end up balding and

Neurotic like George Costanza

With Jerry Seinfeld

And Kramer

The only reason you date her

Is so that you could blame her of fornicating

Dating others

Flirting, inserting words in the mouths of your brothers

Youse a jealous f*cker, aintcha?

Well, try and grow up

I had invisible paint

I’d paintcha

And then throw up on ya and then go all out

I’d love to see you

Shit those pants and then stall out

Toxoplasmosis

Stone tablets down the mountain like Moses, bring the tanks and the hoses

I’ll bring the pressure like osmosis, flowerbed

Dapphodils and roses

Head exploded

Unable to make out ears from noses — it’s all a mess, ohmigod

God bless goes the preacher

Remindin' you of your Sunday School teacher

Or some other morbid creature

You know you never were able to feature

All the traits of a Good Christian

Reach-uppity-reacher

I’ll meet you down the road

Seat you down the road on a couch, ya potato

Youse a lemonhead like Kato Kaelin

Mailing digitized evidence

To the prosecution witnesses

Die lonely like Van Gogh and go Mandrill with the Mango Meat/meet

Me Just Outside of Town

Your skin colour’s just inside of black

But just outside of brown almost indjan, deep, exotic like the Pacific Ocean

What I mean is like

Exact, precise, specific motion