Corn Maze

I'm the world weekly news bat child
 B-lining ash pile to ash pile to ash pile
 For every ghost climbing out the flat file
 Every gaff, every lone spaz in a snack aisle
 Cracked out, don't touch that dial ever
 These trap doors forecast quagmire weather
 But it's worth it
 From cobras out to kiss him on the cheek
 To snatching victory from out the jaws of imminent defeat
 The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze
 I don't have a horse in your war games
 I don't even really like horses
 I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits
 Electric fence and pets that tend to pretty much ignore us
 We headbutt in the mornings then report to separate corners
 Criminy ya killin' me Smalls, the fist balls up
 I pull my hood down, I got some walls up
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 Walls up
 I keep my coat on I got some walls up
 Chips down, walls up
 I cut the lights off
 Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat
 Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken
 While you were asking all your lackeys "are we jackals or men?"
 I've been the sorcery authority should catch if they can
 Mostly a master of none
 Come try the coffee it's burnt
 He tip a chapter it sucks
 Top of the mothian world
 Pick a one horse town, four horsemen got his number
 I feed each one the others camouflaged in Fluffernutters
 The million dollar free jazz speak in a secret garden
 Some people think it's freakish but they can't deny the harvest
 It's funny when they're later made to
 celebrate the shit they said was garbage
 It only show the city who the mark is
 Are we Donatello's David or delicate frozen Charlottes
 Even Davids know an Arthur often will be no catharsis
 The voices in my head still talk tough
 I go to bed stoned I got some walls up
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 Walls up
 I keep my coat on I got some walls up
 Chips down, walls up
 I cut the lights off
 In a lavish rabbit hole with no rabbits
 Young dumb dust bunnies jump into traffic
 Casually gussied up and done feeling unsung and savage
 Punk we have come for your cabbage
 I'm bad news travel like a rat through your cabinet
 Spaz
 Twenty paw pads full of scabs
 Often a false ad full plaid all dander
 Blast off black jackdaws on his antlers
 Zero faithers
 Wearily fear his neighbors
 Some day we'll find a way to make these billionaires obey us
 Some day we'll earn a subdivision gaudier than reprobates
 Who sit around impressed and guess the order of the Tetris rain
 With biblical as reckoning
 Son of surly Satan torn asunder
 Private number, public urination
 We socialize with pundits who encompass all the wrong stuff
 I count the bread quick, I got some walls up
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 Walls up
 I keep my coat on I got some walls up
 Chips down, walls up
 I cut the lights off