Apollo the Shaded - Captain's Log

This's what happens
When a brick footed Seminole gets a hold
Of a thick chick, put's her centerfold
Gets a hold of a whole lotta hip
Sip it slow, slow
Another twist summoned up out the mist
Another fist cracked for cursing crypts
A jiggy lad, Apollo, he dizzy mad
Grins slick, laughs as pitch black is black
His rich accent spins glass
From a sin stacked past tense
Snickers, jokes, snacks for the hitched road
You got a lump, gimme half
And a grip of those smokes
Or you'll be cackling
Kissing cold ropes
Double back, What you sniffing?
Oh, hopes?
Hopes and keys don't get no groceries (Nah)
Hopes and dreams won't keep you close to me (Nah)
Toking trees in open dome arenas
You could call it wishing well
Wish as if an infidel
Wish the living could love the living
For living's Hell
Split the wood and then skinny dip in a zinfandel
I wish you would and I wish you would
And I wish it well
I'll boogie off and then boogie back
In a boogie boat
Steamrolling, no bubble cap
I stay afloat
I'll say it once and then never again
Never again
It pains the tongue to taste and then never again
Just to hang from that waist, all I got!
Just a new noose
Some funk soup with coos coos
Screws loose, two of 'em
So who's who's?
Snooze, lose.
Sign, dash, a fat clue
Her fine ass tripped and chipped the glass shoe
Then flipped the script, a diamond one instead
Slick Rick shit, I've been shining rum red
Some said, "Ooh he hung among dead
Gums bled, stuffed the funds in drum heads"

Hahahaha!
Very clever, Captain

Captain's log
A claim that my devices got the enemy backing off
To get the track involved,
Got this sack of limbs I've been hacking off
Oh, I mean... uh
A stack of treaties, and a whole stretch of colonies, so
"Top apologies" to all the upper offices
It's fuck what your offer is
You're a crutch
A proper bunch of busted opposites
Just a hunch
I gots to quit rocking with
What they're rocking with
That outta pocket s- will get ya nada, zip
Tossed to the riff, lost to the if
Um, you seek a strange stage
To play a victim that's locked in the brig
See what it costs when you can't fill in the boot?
See what you lost in a hand full of rocks and roots?
Roots that don't grow
A Soul that don't glow
All of this
From boats you couldn't float
To notes you couldn't hit
A life you couldn't live

Written by:
Spencer Zorn

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