Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress

Composed themselves enough to artfully carve "Zoso" in his desk

They was probably thinking when they headWith a hell bound arm and a acidy wash

Homemade curfew a thousand o′clock

And a p- leaf tattoo his friend did drunk

Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked

Taking the name of the father in vain

On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange

A switch he lifted from a sibling′s Skippy jar

Who branched off into ninja stars

And never knew his s- was sharp

To here with a higher purpose

And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers

Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor

Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch

Capital Zed, slowly maneuver the O

S is the most difficult to control

Finally O

Into the eye of Goliath you goes

That levee crushing percussion

Will pull the monkey up right

Twelve or ghetto blaster

Blacken her technicolor telecaster

Lecture at a faster rate

The class was making them develop backwards

It would appear you spelled out all the answers

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell'em you

Feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell'em you, feeling like

Something even more important arrived breathing

Something you should probably try feeding

When they ask how you, living you, tell′em you, living like

Something important died hissing, you, tell′em you

Living like, something even more important arrived giving

Something you should probably try willing

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust

Composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks

They was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk′

In a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick

Beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip

Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out

Flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated

From milled vellum to scissor kick

Silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned

She in the doorway seething began

"That clean white pair had a 3-year plan!"

Oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful loser it

Up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum

That key to Shambala, planet rocking

Bambaatta, sample chop

Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog

And he finds animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell'em you

Feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell′em you, feeling like

Something even more important arrived breathing

Something you should probably try feeding

When they ask how you, living you, tell'em you, living like

Something important died hissing, you, tell′em you

Living like, something even more important arrived giving

Something you should probably try willing

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve

Composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall

They was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled

With a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee

Punk′s not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend

Via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese

Sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting its teeth

Pretzled up in special order vinyl

And birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills

2 dutch at a show in the front

Low-key to the can for a smoke and a f-, Trixie

Fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug

Snatch, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red

Gimme an "R", "0", and a slippery "s", over a web of the s- bands

That beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve

Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently

Offered through the circuits of an earlier plot

I′ll see you at the bottom, ZZZ Top