experimental railroad

Has anybody seen my old friend Abraham?

His many sons bought guns from the Republicans. 

They took down Bill Gates and Millhouse Nixon, 

But now the few and the proud are in quicksand.

Treasury printing more Benjamins so we can afford

To secure the resources and reinforce the warlords, 

Is freedom worth diamonds, oil, gold, a vendetta

Coal, cheap labor? Civil war is whatever.

When China attacks with packs of snacks on the racks

Or stacks of greenbacks how will you strike back, 

Wail on your ax? That's right. Don't call me a prophet

But I know how to shred if I can plug in a socket.

Get on board.

We're gonna take you to the psycho ward

On the experimental railroad. 

My hypothesis is that I exist, let's test this. 

Raise your fist if you experience consciousness.

Now let me hear you say cogitamus ergo sumus

Or if you're not down with that say hell yes.

So thinking is being and knowing is seeing

Or hearing or smelling or tasting or feeling

Or otherwise dealing with external stimuli

Wonder why I'm alive. Hey you up in the sky,

I'm guessing if I can hear myself when I speak

So can that person looking back at me and listening

Which means I need a system of epistemology

To know what to call my LP, you follow me?

Get on board.

We're gonna take you to the psycho ward

On the experimental railroad.

So get this, my new hypothesis for all of you true heads

Who stuck it out throughout me spouting stuff Descartes said:

This is it, your one and only shot that you get

Whether you do or you don't is up to you, ready set.

The oracle foretold a cybernetic apocalypse,

A silicon Genghis Khan industrial complex,

And yet she keeps buying gas, don't know what she expects

Except more terrorist attacks and bigger defense budgets.

If reality is something you shape with the choices you make,

Sort your shit out and roll, how long is this gonna take?

Electric skateboard out of stuff from the junkyard,

Or endless resource wars, the choice is yours Kierkegaard. 

too much that way

hey i got a question 

for you in this message

can we get back together 

maybe sometime whenever

you are done being mad at me 

for my poor decision well 

it wasn't the tragedy 

you made it out to be

i know you're hoping 

that i'll burn in hell

maybe i will but at least 

we'll have adjacent cells

and the devil can tell you 

i'll sell you my soul

at a discount price 

because it's old and moldy

and if you need some time to figure this out

i know i could preach to you up and down

about how good things are but it's too much that way

just this thing 

i got on my mind

it's not who you love 

it's just who you can find

somehow sometimes 

the one who's blind

finds more truth than 

you do in what we rhyme

but this time i won't be 

no blind guy led to deceit 

in my misery because my religion 

and creed states quite simply

to be free just take it easy

i dare you

if you think that the creak

outside your window isn't me

then please go to sleep

i'll be in in a minute

even if it's just a dream

well it seems so real you can feel it

don't you feel it baby

don't scream

i didn't mean for you to feel a single thing.

i know what you did

where do we begin

i could be your friend

like we're kids again

but when you lie

it's with such style

i listen again

yeah but it's just the wind

if you think you know me

well I act so normal so naturally

but deep underneath

you can't see what's really bothering me

and I could ask God why he ain't in my life

but then I'd be lying cuz I pray all the time

please hold me up cuz I ain't that strong

and I been working but forever is taking too long

i know what you did

where do we begin

i could be your friend

like we're kids again

and when you lie

it's with such style

i listen again

if you think you can bring

me to my knees please

you've got to be kidding

i can see between the seams

as you lift up the screen

i got laser beam vision

and I got no doubt

you been found out

but it don't matter

i'm as insane as a hatter

and I'll get you back

not a threat that's a fact

but don't feel flattered

cuz it's just the way I act




down on me and down on you

makes me feel like I'm no use

that's why I try to sing the blues

but it always comes out wrong

i hate the way that every day

feels like being let down

and I'm not trying to be profound

just always comes out wrong

you know you're right

i'm too polite

to say I'm tired of being wrong

i've got no fight in me tonight

but I'm sick and tired of being wrong

and if you push me

one more time

you're gonna find out about being wrong

if you don't love me you don't love me

guess I'm being used

but you could hassle any @$$hole

why am I the one you choose

it breaks me down

it makes no sense

and I'm not trying to build suspense

just trying to get my two cents in

but it always comes out wrong

bassment door

rhymes coming at you 

like theives at jewels

rolling MCs like joints 

in microphone duels 

with the reggae style 

this is no sample original

coming at you straight on 

the bass drums and guitar

we got chased by the police 

for smoking a draw on the banks 

of the river by the shipping yard

somebody saw had to run on 

cobblestones from the heat 

to the street where all the speakeasy be 

when the lights on 

you go to the basement door

and you knock three times and 

when they ask just say who you are

and when the light's off just keep walking

my other be complaining 

i don't make no sense

i got names on a list 

with current residence

are you on this list 

i keep you in suspense

and if you were would 

i be killing you or 

sending you correspondence 

in my brain i swear i'm insane 

from all my time in rock and roll bands 

but today i'm glad to say 

i got away downtown to the speakeasy

i admit i drive drunk 

but i prefer being high

everything is surreal 

and electrified and if 

you got a decent system 

you can rock for a mile

turn the bass up on this one 

feel the rebel style

three camaros in a chase 

with an ounce in my crotch

got in the cops car and 

played dead like a bi-otch

got out with a citation 

for a broken turn signal

if you don't believe me 

ask my lawyer mike dill