Merchant - Ginger Deadman

I'm a merchant, selling felonies

For however much I can sell it for

Outplayed by my own metaphors

My doomerisms are outweighed by my sensibilities

I couldn't luchador

If I wanted to, I'd do a lousy job

If I tried to, I'd let the bull loose

Out in the china shop

I'll find you, and you ain't tryna stop

I'm a kind dude but there's so much I can do

Deoxyribonucleic acid, oxys upon oxys

Praying for a shiny when I'm catching my Dioxys

I might do, I might get lucky for once

My great ball bounce

Fucking up at the end of my thing that I wrote down

The whole crowd falls apart like a Jenga tower

Man got a better hour praying for higher powers

Fighting for a fire fly sitting on higher flowers

I been uninspired since 09 and Ramona Flowers

High, simple minded, fortified,

Halfway petrified of smashed glass and moths

It's irrational, but I'm still passionate to know

Why its happening, and what I can do to grow

It's attacking me, every single thing I know

It's exacerbated, by that day to day woe

But its fascinating, I stay remaining slow

For the captivating, never stagnating glow

I'm constituting, a couple alter egos at this

Present moment, and all of them devoid of a

True motive, and all of then annoyed at the

Other ones, and none of them destroy like the

First one, the first born mother fucking

Last name valor stealing staggering binge drinking

Worthless scum fuck bottom feeder looking for a

Good time, hollering every last cunt on their

Home line

Couple fuckin hours past home time

Drink up, fuck off, good life

Never seen again, hope right?

Couple fuckin hours past home time

Drink up, fuck off, good life

Never seen again, I hope right?

Round table worker's deeds

Saying cheese with a thousand pounds worth of speed

Glass table gonna shatter like a limousine

Crashing into Eiffel towers

Pandering to French geezers

I pull teeth with my comically large tweezers

Puff puff on my Ventolin in-healer