Church Pants Lyrics

{Sample}

Morning came as a block fog rolled away from the gray sky. The children huddled in the deepest corner of the basement. A wind rose, lightly at first, but then it seemed to tire of merely playing with the dust; it doubled its muscles and struck out at the rock walls. It struck again and again, causing whole mountains to tremble. Boulders cliff knolls ridges and peaks, everything seemed to tremble at once from plateau to summit.

{Chorus}

when the rats rose up and they broke the silence
and assembled on the shores of the closest island
with their folk beside them and their rogue defiance
went 2 by 2 with
2 by 2 by 2 by 2
2 by 2 by 2 by 2
2 by 2 by 2 by 2


{Rob Sonic}

leopard print speedo on the FDR
saying "follow that car!" (Follow that car!)
same maze, different shit
namesake, blanket pocked
49 miner slick
pick and pan, thanks a lot
(hook and real)
pushing wheel, building more
storied land
honest deal, daily dose,
aching bone, quarry hand
I praise the day that porn began
loser wins a QP doll
'not the father' Maury dance
saddle spin, apple sins
kings that cry, ousted by the
clergy, we're not worthy
of the crimson tide
let it be, just beware
of the prison pride, proud Mary
keep on burning down the house
there's kids inside
(give it time)
speaking soft, send him in
tell him what he's here for
and appear sure to his next of kin
set your sail, bed of nail
elbow back, trading in a British pound
sitting down with medals deck
kettle's black, might explode
sign a paper, resuscitate me if the doctors are the kind that cater
labor party line, primed with wine and wafer
you'll get buried in the desert like i'm gator, hater

{Chorus}

{Aesop Rock}

(strange day)
pink bunny slippers on the FDR
saying "follow that car!" (Follow that car!)
Mothman morphed devoid of a new cocoon
more aches in his joints than joints in his human suit
no cigar, scoop dirt smithy of a hook and mouth
(footwork)
itchy for a hook and snout
do or die, intruder bound
zoomed on the stupefying truancy of
Santa's little helpers watching
Millie pull her Brooklyn out
part-hex, part-dark Rx
part-kill the head-lights
when approaching a harpy nest
ever oscillating arp noise
operating chartered stone hearts out of gargoyles
get 'em when the guard dogs ruff
this is not behavior distorted
by the presence of other personage
more a naturally occurring perfect mess
couriering letters from the burning bridge
paranormal death match, check back early-ish
crack bread, marry a cursed hand to its weapon like
a Slurpee to church pants to circle the worm cans
I'm 21 spud guns burped over bird land
whole time swerving the work van

{Chorus}