Flobots - Handlebars
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M104iSE3CI
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars, no handlebars
[Verse One]
Look at me, look at me
Hands in the air like it's good to be
Alive, and I'm a famous rapper
Even when the paths are all crooked-y
I can show you how to dosey-doe
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And I'm proud to be an American
Me and my friends saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want, cause look
[Hook One]
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome, no metronome
And I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone, on the telephone
[Verse Two]
Look at me, look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
Alive, in such a small world
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money, open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine
64 miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic, conditions
I know how to run the business
And I can make YOU wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance, cause
[Hook Two]
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone, with a microphone
And I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule, of a molecule
{musical trumpet interlude}
[Verse Three]
Look at me, look at me
Driving and I won't stop!
And it feels so good
To be alive and on top!
My reach, is global, my tower, secure
My cause, is noble, my power, is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let 'em all die in exasperation
Have all healed from their lacerations
Or have 'em all killed by assassinations
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like 'em~!
And I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command because
[Hook Three]
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite, by satellite
And I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope, through a telescope
And I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust
In a holocaust, in a holocaust, in a holocausssssssssssst!
What? is it just me, or does it seem a tad rediculous for anyone to feel that some hillbilly in the boonies of the Ozarks could have any impact on current events without it being part of some contrived and well funded oiled machine in the works for **** near as i can count, 7 generations? hum, before you knee **** that question and give too much credit to the wisdom of the well educated and wise masses from which this hillbilly also comes, consider the validity of the song lyrics, cause I think they are hilariously dead on target for how i even feel about much of this whole "walk the line and fool wonderer and the kings falling and devil is down with the jesus plan to rant and rave over the last choice awards and why the devils cape was not mentioned in best rested and dressed in the fussy *** in a pink speedo contest" and all the folks all hanging on my every anything to cause me to either die or except the crown and have my head all rolling around leaking valuable property from my skid lid and brain basket, as these folks have this undieing push and obsessive compulsive desire to ensure that I do this or that, fall all about and decide to die for something that is not my cup of moonshine in the first place, see, the throne, guillotine, ditch nor the twitchy witchy all voodoo dolled and heaving pins and past life piles of **** and switches for seeing the simple minded boys stupid *** stitches and un-bulging britches full of jumping jack flash and his farting *** gas gas gas, wiley and wicked in its loony tunes and fantasy plundering of the kindest yet foolishly loving but stupid is as slow was and spelling of course he does not do well while wondering ways of the ***** wonka wobbling hazy glazed swayze miffed manifested bedazzled jewel of the walking dead infested head is none of my dream nor a way to make nor enjoy a living, see die'in aint a very healthy way of making a living, but of course we all do a lot of things unhealthy and we are all die'iin from this or that. however, still, not anything that bugs my britches to stomp all "hell yeah lets do this shjit!" and them rebel yell the redneck anthem " Hey Ya'll watch this!" um, NO, not my idea of brilliance on display at the barn yard hootenanny for bis-kits and bacon strapped *** rashes and sckoobie snacks, nor do io see it as a fun good time thing to go doing. but then again, what do i know, well, other than riding a bike all no hands ma as i bust my face and chip my teeth, oh yeah that happened, when i was all of , wait for it, wait for it, "6 years old" or some **** like that. lol.
