Artist: Aesop Rock lyrics

Album: None Shall Pass

Year: 2007

Title: Coffee lyrics

Coffee : (feat. John Danielle)

[Chorus:]

We don’t need no walkie-talkies

Nope, no walkie-talkies

We don’t need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no

We don’t need no walkie-talkies

Nope, no walkie-talkies

We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

And the last shall be…

First to immerse in the pass-out heat

Face in the mud where the moxie melt

Till he woke up drowning in Tchotchke hell

More in a cave with a torch on the wall

Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls

On a brand new day, saw what he saw:

Property owners who crawl to the mall

With a bad toupee and a face like he authored a law;

Pace like he mourning a loss

hand on a can of worms

Left full of gold he will trade for turf

I mean, that’s okay

You got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day

But a model of mercy and might?

No way!

Marionette who will clap and obey!

Dude, look… all that noise?

Call that flight of the water boys

Meet and greet and they all slap five

Cheek to cheek when they colonize

And a grown ass man shall abide as he wish

Walk that path with a dime and a stick

Walk that path with a diamond and wine

Walk that path to the firing line

Just walk… (walk…)

Pay no mind to the new recruit with the Play-Doh spine

Let’s be friends from opposite ends

Wave to the kid, don’t hop on the fence

Play to the radius far and away Orbit wide, don’t park in his space

One little martyr who talk in his face

Make one little Weathermen sharpen the blades

[Chorus:]

We don’t need no walkie-talkies

Nope, no walkie-talkies

We don’t need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no

We don’t need no walkie-talkies

Nope, no walkie-talkies

We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

And the last shall be…

First to the curb with the mad cow meat

Face in the bars of a regular cell

When he woke up high in collectible hell

Boom town kid who was taught by the binge

That a man who expire with the most shit win

That’s warpy American nonsense penned by the rich

Not a routine friend in a pinch

Still not used to the stench

How it throws off, otherwise, lucid events

In the case the afraid observe I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman’s terms

It goes, “Hey! Peace! Pray for the plagued! Major relief and capacious rains.”

But just ’cause I don’t want to war with you

It don’t mean go warm up the barbecue

I’m like, “Pardon you! ”

Sawed off limit

My high noon is a quick little minute

I don’t wanna spend it sitting with a critic

Who simply isn’t going to ever really get it

This HQ is alive and alone

No driveway no sign of a home

No dial tone, no line for the phone

No “World’s Tiniest Violin Song.”

And I might just lie to them all

Lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored;

Fighting a smile, highly annoyed

When the timing is right I will rise and record

Call for the monster beats

And Blockhead got animal drums, like he’s Doctor Teeth

It goes red light, green light, one, two, three

One large coffee, fuck you, peace

[Bridge:]

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

[Verse 3: John Danielle]

 I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold

Like a lost lamb returning to the fold

And when the outside world recedes from view

It’s just a year’s supply of make-up and memories of you

Nineteen sixty-seven, colt forty-five

Holding back the vampires, keeping me alive

There’s an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door

This is what they make you take the medication for

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