Hands Up (feat. Mike Schank)

You're a clean slate
 Me I'm faulty wiring
 Ditch the meat plate
 Say hello to multi-vitamin
 Live for today
 Because tomorrow's never promised friend
 Lips disengaged
 While we sit and watch the bottle spin
 Pick around the scab
 Without obsessing on the edges
 You've learned how to act
 But lack an honest presence
 Fuckers got the map
 But lack sense of direction
 Now the path is full of litter
 And the rats are on the rise
 Yeah
 You think the curse is in disguise
 That size matters
 Not in my book
 Or by my chapter
 Or by the light my eyes channel
 By the time we analyze
 The patterns of fireflies
 Will bring alive atlas
 Center in on a spine and remember
 The cause for the crime is forever
 Center in on a spine and remember
 That God lives in all of us forever
 For better or worse
 Or for-
 What it's worth
 And the weather here on Earth
 Is changing temperature
 So drastically
 Paint a better picture of it
 Like it's your last masterpiece
 But you're never high enough
 When you're climbing outta love
 And so the dirt you cover up
 Becomes a diamond in the rough
 Perhaps Im cowardice
 And contradictive in my efforts
 When it comes to blowing whistles
 At such ominous endeavors
 You too soon will lose consciousness forever
 When you snooze you lose
 Clues once obvious now never
 The market is set
 *set*
 You know what they want
 *want*
 But you don't know you
 So you pose and you flaunt
 With the clothes that you've got
 over the bones
 You lure 'em in
 And convince the fish they should swim
 In the pond that you swim
 Away from the mainstream
 So they hop in your vessel
 Come up to your level
 And settle for the accessible
 Meanwhile the ice age is frozen
 And the higher-brained artists
 Are floatin' in the ocean
 Trying to reconnect with rain
 I just wanna bounce your big heads off
 An invisible wall
 And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick
 And finally evolve some wings
 Uh
 Now pull your pants up
 Quit acting like a boy,
 Boy man up!
 Uh
 Yeah, you gotta fan club
 And now you're panning to the camera
 In hand cuffs!
 Hands up!
 Uh
 Now pull your pants up
 Quite acting like a boy,
 Boy man up!
 Uh
 Yeah, you gotta fan club
 And now you're panning to the camera
 In hand cuffs!
 Hands up!
 News reporters voice says:
 "It's jerks like that that end up as supervisors..."