And I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane to the sky like 'None shall pass.'

Aesop Rock - None shall pass

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Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist 
Wither by the watering hole, water patrol 
What are we, a heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly? 
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings? 
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like 
'I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.' (Fine) 
Sign of the time we elapsed 
When a primate climb up the spine and attach 
Eye for an eye, by the bog's life swamps and vines 
They get a rise out of frogs and flies 
So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life 
The mouths water on a fork and knife 
And the allure isn't right 
It's gore on a war-torn beach 
Where the cash cows actually beef 
Blood turns wine when I leak for police 
Like 'That's not a riot, it's a feast, let's eat.' 

And I will remember your name and face 
On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast 
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace 
With a cane to the sky like 'None shall pass.' 
None shall pass, none shall pass 

Now if he never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix 
he wouldn't relate to the rouge vocoder bliss 
How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz 
'Cause he wouldn't play roll over, fetch, like a bitch 
And express no regrets though he isn't worth the homeowners piss 
To the jokers who pose by the glitz (Fine) 
Sign of the swine and the swarm 
When a king is a whore who comply and conform 

Miles outside of the eye of the storm 
With a siphon to lure and a prize and award 
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war 
True blue triumph is more 
Like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold 
Let it break the walls of Jericho. ready? go. 
Sat where the old cardboard city folks 
Swap tails with heads like every other penny throw 
 
Okay, woke to a grocery list 
Goes like this: duty and death 
Anyone object, come stand in the way 
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today 
And I ran with a chain of commands 
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine) 
Sign of the vibe in the crowd 
When I cut a belly open to find what climb out 
What a bit of gusto he muster up 
Make a dark horse rush like enough's enough 
It must'a struck a nerve so they huff and puff 
Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck 
And it's a beautiful thing 
To my people who keep an impressive wing span 
Even when the cubicle shrink 
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed 
NY chew through the machine