The Uncluded - Boomerang Lyrics
[Kimya Dawson][Aesop Rock]All dressed up, like a spider in a cup/Entirely divided from his hub/Addressing injuries commissioned by the southern? county briar?/Whien building coverage out of rubber tyres/... to the thumbs...Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks/Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf/Ummm... It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm/Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war/How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup/Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut/Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood/To climb in tirelessly, hide, dive into a sponge/Space invaders to a paper Rita Hayworth/Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in Pater?/Or halo deep in water.../Glub glub... wondering if running/Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning/[Hook]Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomerang, Boomeroomerang x2[Kimya Dawson][Aesop Rock]All dressed up, like a spider in a cup/I'm four balled tyred in the mud/When it's diner food or bust/Spiralling a sign of whats to come/While pretending I am fine with what I've done/I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis/And treat 'em like they seen em with a second set of eyelids/Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there/Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware/How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup/Who never knew a silence so abrupt/When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush/First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch/Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wet stone/Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs/I headed west, planned to boomerang back/Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match/[Hook]Annotate
