Milo - Sweet Chin Music (The Fisher King’s Anthem) Lyrics
[Verse 1]I wanted to hold palaver on U-Stream with Black GallagherFloat down the river when I couldn't paddle much furtherRicky Steamboat got up on a two count after a Stone Cold StunnerHeard the theme music and said: "Oh boy that's a real bummer"I still dance when I hear that sweet chin musicRepeat the same sins fluidSit tight while the caveman thawsAnnounce my presence like Bonesaw McGrawLaid on my back, the bright lights circle upI am not Hercules, not even a distant relativeOpen Mike tried to tell me that this is all relativeBut I have found objective truths,In egg fried rice and fruitsI'm Piston Hondo, bruhFloating down the canal in a beat up gondolaI'll poison the aquifer with awkward non-sequitursI'll enter just to exit, now repeat back that message sir[Hook]I'd like to be a better manI'd like to be a better manGet better at making sandwichesPerfect my figure four leg lock to deal some damagesCut my afro locks off to brandish wagesThe wild caveman's been trained to be slavish[Verse 2]Coded DNA fables sent by splintered RCA cableRed, white, and yellow, bellied like avid camp enthusiastsI stay hella smelly, a limp wrist, imperfectionistInterjects a kiss over the samples, hissAnd that's a lot of S wordsGet nervous when I have to navigate those breast curvesI'm just an awkward little boy stillThat Chinese food money keeps my bill fold bulge, for realI'll hit up Lebron for a verseBefore I upload myself to the Tron universeYou moggs worry about sagging jeans and street credI'll worry about hyperbeams and being derezzedSit at a desk in a kilt like I'm Rowdy Roddy PiperPlaying Delta Force 3 as team sniperAnd yes, I am wearing a headsetAnd all my best friends, I speak to them on Team SpeakAnd all my heroes are professional wrestlersI don't feel the need to be the best thing ever[Outro]Who can shout louder from the watchtowerWho can shout louder from the watchtowerWho can shout louder from the watchtowerWho can shout louder from the...
