Lyrics:

GUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY
" a.r. "
Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops
High noon was your basic who¼s who of brutal truth.
Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance,
Turn a young¼n to a dozen paper dolls holding hands,
and tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch.
So chicanery was yours to engage or ignore,
I was on the ladder with a lotta dot pawns,
so we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn,
pass the popcorn,
brawl fair, cop car,
Voyeur hawk him out his hinges, storm door splinters,
clamoring about, hammers out about to ring,
infiltrate each others tribes and murder each others queens,
packed to the very last rafter,
clung to the rafts and the Cameras to capture the damage,
neck swivel with a chop-chop volley.
Where the ants leave nothing but the bones and the car keys.
Pardon if his Ttwo feet fester,
it was rude of me people,
meet left and lefter,
planted like a model of civility and honor for the sector,
but never got his extra extra!
Peace for the better but it wasn¼t entertaining,
so they waited for the tazing from the safety of his haven,
like bees to the honey when they lumped you up,
cuz bumper cars are only funny when they bump. know that.

Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance
Popcorn, pocorn
Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance
Capture the damage, capture the damage
Capture the damage, capture the damage
Popcorn, pocorn

" el-p "
Tune to hellemundo for action packed blasphemy,
Big city translate your face »til it atrophy...
I let the shadenfreude boy out, actually,
deployed devoid, with grin to watch laughingly,
(yeah bitch)
pass the p¼s it¼s a laugh in, I can smell the tragedy
When hatchin¼,
happily dispassionately patched in, alive with the menace of demise
Like "yes!" the pain dazzles...
man,
pass the popcorn, pass the popcorn
it¼s reality at its fastest,
and yet it still unravels at a pace like molasses,
like it's the last of the seconds
before the worst of disasters stretch past us.
Wouldn¼t you agree that it is fabulous?
In the corridors of entropous wars contort drastically
til it fits, I adjust to climates or the wilderness,
walk along my spine take the pilgrimage,
up into the section that¼s reserved for the smirk of the coldest witnesses.
Work you motherfuckers
hooray!
there¼s all day to die,
innovate the mayhem with grace, the good form-fall.
Fuck if I¼m »a warn y¼all, now I got the front row to the greatest entertainment that an angel never saw.
Sixty thousand watts of that raw
"pull the claw out of the trunk" fun,
each one teach one how to club one,
look at how they bathe up in that dove blood.
It¼s gonna be a night of thrills and chills where the sacred is made of
mud mud.

each one teach one how to club one, club one,
popcorn, popcorn
each one teach one how to club one,
Wouldn't you agree that it is fabulous?
popcorn, popcorn
...
Capture the damage.


" a.r. "
yo, it was a lazy day, it was amazing grace,
it was a half-a-Dozen claymores daisy-chained,
it wasn¼t daisies and crazy Eights,
it was an ace of spades over a waiting game of slaves And saints,
and every trainee face-painted, while his great escape
grazed and ate,
he¼ll never make it,
when he aims he shakes,
and I was overly engrossed from a very locked door
With a couple milk duds
and buckets of popcorn,
pass the popcorn,
Clap clap, encore,
monkey in the middle study how
The bunker took the missiles,
Age of Machines with nary a green screen,
so the hecatomb is every bit as cutty as it seems.
I could tell the pet from the vet,
money where his canine¼s spread and never welched on a bet,
that said, know the over-under on your local hunter
and you¼ll profit off his widow-maker¼s numbers every summer.
Bump in the night, funny, will he catch and release »em?
has he mercy, will he hack em to pieces?
is he Dirty, will he hassle policeman
and security breach
until impurities
leak
over the circuitry?
and nada milk and honey there, is only skulls and bunnies,
that hop around drunk in the Land of 100 Mondays,
god damn, pop the Redenbacher proper
and for christ¼s sake get this man a doctor.