Back At The House Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst]
Stepped out of the monastery, just off of the promontory
Modern story, wig splitter, axes, horror, gory
Capicola roast with fury, heaven's toast to Curly
Three stooges rope-a-dopin', hopin' goats with curry
Heavy coated in the mirror, boom like Pioneers
With a glass of Everclear, maxin' the sag, like paneer
Window room speaks, outta zoom peaks
Boom, sweep the room into doom's beak
Dust coatin' my opus
I been hopin', I been hopin' timelessness is potent
I been puttin' common sense in motion
Dreamin' of a daily routine, she wear her hair just like a queen
Close my eye, I see the last part of mine
Spread it on like a lotion
Walk to the edge, lookin' out on the ocean
Took to the air, lookin' out on the ocean
And how's the [?] today
What's the seer sayer, soothsayer speakin' through the kumbaye, kumbaye-yo
Where the day go?
Another passed, fillin' up the tray with a truck of ash
They do anything for some f*ckin' cash
Bundles stashed, sock heavy, incognito, Eugene Levy
Best In Show eight years in a row, junkyard dog
With the gold finger, where the cold linger, also a dead ringer

[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
And where's Ken at, where the bins stacked?
Pickin' up the pieces where you been at
And I been flyin' letters through the gym stack
Tryin' to warm my achin' hands, sendin' smoke signals to who understands lesser men
Still tryin' to be a better man, but fat is the couch back at the house Fat is the couch

[Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst]
Out in the salty air, fair share for every care
Sunshine on my face [?] and the taste of [?]
Treats are cold and the wet and still tomes of my brittle bones
Shake the will to kill, now chuck the pills
Duck under the pier, peer heavy into salt and sag [?]
Nails crooked, jagged, look snag, books in the bag
Jelly filled wash in the whale skin embossed in my cross hairs
Got nobody to cross what we lost here
It was a salty year, struttin' in the pumpkin fields
Reminisce the dump and touch the scar, fake caviar luncheon
Where my life and fate met, encased in a grey sweat
Thinkin' we're monte, crepe, like suzette
Water dime and time, went into the diamond mines
Now I got a half a ounce of tar in each breath
And stress in each step
Never on holiday, my island's just a mind away
I close my eyes today
Pass a psychic on the pier, what I'm doin' here?
As if the answer wasn't clear, she said it's been a year
And piece together like collage all my greatest fears
My stubbled year, my missin' souvenir

[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
And where's Ken at, where the bins stacked?
Pickin' up the pieces where you been at
And I been flyin' letters through the gym stack
Buildin' fires with my queen, that's where I been at
Buildin' fires with my queen, my earth

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