Flying Ace - Sisyphus, Serengeti, Son Lux

Desert wizard, lizard, and dragon tussle

Whole forest burned down and ruined the town’s truffles

Except for the outer realm mountains, everything else is brown

And hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can’t fuck with the sounds

Crew back giant-ass, large, looking slick as the barge

Old-ass mustache cars, we ran those bars

We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too

She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes

Porn and your mom’s lube, Hold on to the right new

Might have the hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits

Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me?

I don’t know where I left off, she had the plaid top

«You're about to black out, you need to get out»

«We too tall to fit in this small house»

Neck all stressed down, hanging-ass red face

That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch

Step over the mess gate, into the real house

Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere

Looking like crow too, magical star shapes

Sticky like model cap, feathery silk capes

Venomous black crepes, venomous glass snakes

Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate

Florida date state, they had the best bass

Gladly make you a steak, even dig you a lake

This is your stereo, it’ll keep you awake

You’re about to black out

Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition

Queen didn’t have vision, didn’t he —shit— mention

Dragons were coming soon

Should’ve made harpoons, instead of ornate brooms

Bought the museum safe, look where we at now

Pillage the village hounds, benzos gone man

We’re about to black out, stepping into a room

Popcorn-sealed fume, expensive like

Giant-ass mouth clothes, arrogant all pose

Soak-in-the-soap clothes, standing in old clothes

Giant-ass mountain ship, cut to the cockpit

Focus and close mouth, we’re about to black out

We are too tall, to fit in a dog house

What a melodic thing

Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream

Entirely in a dream, we are Hall &Oates

Avis' car «es, saddened and bounded

Why weren’t we grounded?

I was at Wimbledon, close to Ontario

Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade

Smell like your cousin’s age, back before Sissy Rage

Little man, long legs

Samsara horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes

Walking with brown face, look at the new apes

We’re about to smash graves