Turned Barney's ancestors into carbon back pressure
In the dummies guide to becoming smarter crash testers
I'm not easily blarneyed by artisan crayon sketches
And harlequin hand gestures that barter the clandestine
Identify with the twitch of a caracal cat whisker
That can verify charlatan paraffin wax emblems
To even the odds even the augur with flash prescience
Couldn't sense through the tartar that marbled his antennae
Cartilage farm season i'm grieving the last shepherd
The evening before Eden gets parceled in plaid checkers
Charted and graphed harrowed with archeo class tension
Where Spartacus can edit the arbiters last sentence
Centuries done wasted disarming the trap levers
That trigger the flood gates of the carnival class tempest
Pardon the drab barracks and tarpaulin clad creches
But we didn't build this ark as a carpenters craft fetish
Shibari strap your safari hat pith helmets
Where the requisite bandwidth will get your SanDisk melted
The big game is more than just a flagship relic
A quick graze will born again your matchstick shelter
Keep the grass crimped and the looking glass spit cleanly
Give the axe to any half wit last ditch sentries
Fore the clan gets espied in a gaslit pensieve
Cause round here mavericks get turned to gastric jelly yeah

Man it's been a long time coming
And a long way still to get to on high summit
We gon' saddle up a slingshot on a wishbone
Get a birds eye from the other side of a thick skull

Man it's been a long time coming
In a log hive built to keep the archive buzzing
We gon' scamper up a tree top out of thick smoke
Needs a birds eye just to realize that we been home

The boats got a hole the pales got a hole
But the holes got a whole lot of maelstrom to gulp
And we cant just hammer in a nail on a bolt
On some patches on a bandage and just pray that it floats
I could braille dot the fault pin the tail on the cult
But I’m a culprit as much as the next snail on the salt
And at this prison there's not a bail bondsman to coax
Just an indifferent god at a pond skipping stones
But who am I to throw breath likes it's ant raid
Cooped up in the crows nest like a man cave
Traded in my life raft for a spyglass
Kaleidoscope flight map in a state of mind of hope
The trade was fine but I should be making time for both
The atriums to grind to pulp the pain around the pyre smoke
Rain or drought or shine I still parade around on mired stilts
Don't hang around the kind of ilk that hang around in spider silk
I major in the minor skill of blanketing a psychic chill
And tapering an iron will to faithfully unite the guild
No John Lennon virtue it's an on center purview
Here to offset the burn wounds that a hot head’ll earn you
We whistle these dirigible dreams into cloudburst
Entelechy the engine of pre-hensible groundwork
Swivel from the riddler's scheme in a clown hearse
To rock candy fiddlers green acres around earth

Man it's been a long time coming
And a long way still to get to on high summit
We gon' saddle up a slingshot on a wishbone
Get a birds eye from the other side of a thick skull

Man it's been a long time coming
In a log hive built to keep the archive buzzing
We gon' scamper up a tree top out of thick smoke
Needs a birds eye just to realize that we been home