Trouble Mountain

Roadrunners ringing another coyote summer

Animal control and ghost hunter overcomers (oh)

With Uncle Tony casing the closest notable drummers

Out to jack and flip the stagnant in a holy moly water (oh)

Get wet up, Ace on his ten ton hammer slammer

Ten hup, show ten crows to your breadcrumbs (oh)

Pendulum of death parting my hair

Hit the park, that party over there is starving for air

Yelling, "Yahtzee" for effect, the people starting to stare

No particle effects, just a carpenter of dreck (oh)

Still hopping out the ship in a getup that doesn't meet code

I should be on the list, sir, you need to go (oh)

I thought you'd never ask, see you in the evermore (oh)

Helmet, knee and elbow pads

Trying not to lose your lunch when tumbling through the lemongrass

As it were, people will do anything for stellar mass

I'm out of sight on a satellite

Going outside (oh)

I only move when the time's right

Outside sounds about right (oh)

Stars in my teeth when I smile at the streetlights

Inside feels kinda grim (oh)

Yeah, in the wind on a cold night

I am in the wind, uh

On his chicken cutlet, provolone, mayonnaise

Kaiser roll, barbecue chips, black and white cookie (oh), Diet Coke

Don of the delicatessen, 12 on the dot

I'm anonymous in the lottery section (oh), God, is this Heaven?

Copping one of every scratch-off, three pair of cherries won

Trade it for another loser (oh), my work here is done

Couple packets of medicine for the headache man

Who has a headache now and still return pretenders whence they ran

Shark fins poking through the blacktop

Attack dogs lope across the catwalk (oh)

Like, ghosts in a crash log

All you hear is crab claws cracking on a black box (oh)

Healer on a high note, evil be damned

I been leaping out the van with a leash in each hand (oh)

With a brute on each leash, whistling while I work

Make no mistake, this is gonna hurt, yeah

I'm out of sight on a satellite

I'm going outside (oh)

I only move when the time's right

Outside sounds about right (oh)

Stars in my teeth when I smile at the streetlights

Inside feels kinda grim (oh)

Yeah, in the wind on a cold night

I am in the wind

(We offer you escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today)

Underneath the I-5 freeway

Overpass, over by the Acheron's east bank

You can find a giant parking lot where almost no one parks

Save a couple stolen cars, camper vans, Noah's arks

Oh and Aes beaker bubbling over on his coat of arms

Right beside a golden blade, banner reading, "No Regard"

Moor his' vessel adjacent to KVL's whip

Exit to the smell of piss and what fresh hell is this?

Helter-skelter, the Lord of the Flies fire dance scene

Simulcast to either side of the bike path

And back through a spyglass passed around the pirate ship

That anchor in the city that iffy up the environment, it's dire

Street performers juggling for nobody

To other street performers singing "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary" for nobody

Fireworks punctuate the poetry

Invaders on that troublemaker notice me

Locals going

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around here

(There's nothing for you) There barely ain't nothing for you

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around these parts

(There's nothing for you) These parts might transform you

Leaning on my car, playing beats, blowing smoke rings

Calling on the kings folk to meet him where his phone pings

Posted with the Sphinx nose, spinning his decoder ring

Swallowed by a sinkhole and spat back, smoldering

Woah, the homies a Picasso with the Bondo

Where the sidewalk ends in a pot of gold and garbagio

One man's another man's, some see a summer camp

Some see a whole bunch of nothing, some the motherland

Pigeon country, every day it's something different

Get acquainted with the changes, knowing greater change is imminent

That being tuned into the second with the sketchiest minutia

Make a moment we will reference in the future, like

Motorcycles doing donuts on an April eve

In sync and silhouetted by a flaming Chevrolet Caprice

Endangered species here to a shape or land of make-believe

Instead of showing up to wager on a way to leave

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around here

(There's nothing for you) There barely ain't nothing for you

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around these parts

(There's nothing for you) These parts might not warm to you

Tribes overlap in a pit, let's interact

Did the math, you ain't add up to shit, it's a trap

It's a gathering of the fattest river rats in the mist

On some land-ho, hand over the hand over fist

A hundred cannibals clashing from every corner and quad

It's brutalism in the jaws of the jocks

Goth lords gaining ground, howling Karens calling the cops

I'm the oracle's oracle, I'm a orphan of God

Dot, dot, dot, dummy come and jump into the ring

Where you might find out steampunk is still a thing

Chrome lowrider bikes, fireside in pageant

It's where the figure-eighting rider bonds to his dragon

Fighter pilot vibes, up and away

I keep the photograph that comes with the frame, what does it say?

Get invested where the mess'll test the temperament

And render you completely unrecognizable, better yet

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around here

(There's nothing for you) There barely ain't nothing for you

(Don't come around here) Don't you come around these parts

(There's nothing for you) These parts might come toward you

Don't mention it to my house cats

But I found me this hound dog, when I howl at him, he howls back

And it feels good when I'm downcast, and my other dog starts joining in

For that all-out dog pound jazz, three-dimensional sound bath

And I lay down my long legs, starfish in his dog bed

And that boys choir just yell and yell, and my LOL is like hell's bells

Big paws like war drums, they're getting louder, that storm's coming

That roaring thunder, that wolfhound's just four months, but he's sure something

All limbs, he pulls up, his hair a mess, and he looks drunk

With that resolution in rare form, time slows, he's airborne

That tongue is out, and that rat tail, and those huge eyes, like how sweet?

But I'm down here, and he incoming, and been gaining five pounds a week

Crash land, no outtakes, crash, bang, the whole house shakes

And my defense ain't do shit when that pooch bring in that pound cake

And his fat claw to my round face, I shriek out, he draws blood

I'm dying laughing, my nose cut, my soul crushed, but it's all love

Then one day you'll be huge

So big you'll seem fake, so big you'll be news

So big you'll be stopped by families who need pics

And children who think you're a horse, and creep shows who reap clicks

And I'll be there, we'll shoo away whoever you ain't mess with

I know how you can be when that atmosphere gets electric

It's coughing on the vibe, you off to climb into your shell

Everything is just too much, you remind me of myself, hound dog

Nose for the good life

Pose for the footlights

The homies even say we look alike

Eye of the sighthound

Ear of the night owl

Pull your insides out

I hope when you get older your gigantic bones are extra strong

And you can live a hundred years to prove these phony experts wrong

I picture you in moonlight, moving through some haunted woodlands

On a rainy autumn Sunday, puddles forming in your footprints

That silhouetted profile like an E.T. outta Giger

As it slink along the river eating every creature weaker

Extensive dark, impressive particle speed

Something wicked this way comes with something's arm in its teeth

I would thank you for the offering and stick it with the rest

Shower you with braided tails and dehydrated chicken necks

Cow trachea and ear of the lamb

These are tendons from a turkey, this is lung of the ham

I'll walk you all the way to anywhere, scenic route or B-line

Here and bearing witness to the maker's greatest ever streamline

The posture, the coat, the socks, the remote

The slobber on all my clothes, thar be monsters in my home, wolfhound

Nose for the good life

Pose for the footlights

The homies even say we look alike

Eye of the sighthound

Ear of the night owl

Pull your insides out

Good boy

Down at Trouble Mountain

Feeling basic as a naked person in a public fountain

Figured I should summit in search of a source of power

But it doesn't ever cometh, there's just more mountain

The fit is all that and a chalk bag for traction

Tell trouble here comes trouble with a passion

Yeah, it's not a threat, it's rot encoded in the helix

From exposure to the trouble that nobody know but Jesus

And trouble loves trouble, the mountain should up and greet us

Like an equal, I might just be the keys to the behemoth

I might just tumble down and break my bones up into powder

After reaching for a zenith we don't even know is out there

Forty days draped in the cumbersome

Whatcha call a mountain that go up and up and up and up? Troublesome

You'd think it's gotta level out eventually

I wrote some shit to yell off of the mezzanine

I's gon' be like

On this day, at this time

Trouble Mountain yields to a troubled mankind

Henceforth, let it be established

Something something something, anyway it never happened

I'm trouble

(Double trouble)

I'm trouble on trouble

(You are nothing but trouble)

Back at Trouble Mountain

With a trillion carabiners, the compulsion is astounding

I'm pushing for the peak, it's one of my dozen labors

A take on the troublemaker up the down escalator

Dummy doused in the vapor, I'm getting passed by a goat

He on that casual Friday, I'm on that rapture enrobed

I'm on that trapped in a loop, black clouds tryin' to cuddle

Had to pound my chest, that sounds like trouble

I wish a Saint Bernard would bring me cocoa

Baked brie with honey and roasted mushroom risotto

I don't know what exactly I was venturing to prove

I get something in my head and feel compelled to see it through at any cost

Pace yourself, don't play yourself

Trouble in paradise, parrying the conveyor belt

It makes an ETA almost impossible to predict

Which gives me time to polish up the edict

I's gon' be like

On this day, at this time

Trouble Mountain yields to a troubled mankind

Henceforth let it be decreed

Yadda yadda yadda, anyway, it's still a dream

I'm trouble

(Double trouble)

I'm trouble on trouble

(You have caused so much trouble)

Back at shmubble shmountain

It's becoming clear I may not get to make my dumb announcement

Even with the muscle, the puzzle has him surrounded

I'm in trouble, maybe trouble isn't meant to be surmounted

Trouble is not a mountain, it's a bout of misfortune

Or when the morals you value are forced to bow to a chorus

Or when your headquarters turns into a house of horrors

'Cause your boring kid discovers power chords and distortion

These aren't things you can war with and subsequently be done

They get absorbed in the sponge that we cut the rest of you from

You bore a tunnel through the trouble, that's informative stuff

It's moving forward instead of assuming forward is up

Had to bail the whole altitude sickness business

And frame it in a way that make my failure sound frivolous

I kinda miss the falling rocks

I had a thing I planned to front was off the top

I's gon' be like

On this day, at this time

Trouble Mountain yields to a troubled mankind

Hence forth let it be settled

Blah blah blah, anyway, at sea level

I'm trouble

(Double trouble)

I'm trouble on trouble

(You are trouble)