Backward

My name is David McCleary Sheldon

I was born and raised in Kansas City, Missouri

Started right here I don't want it to be over

Say it right here I don't want it to be over

You got a beautiful face

Sittin' on the roof of the factory high

There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky

To come home soon is the wishing wonder

But I'm calm by the boom of the distant thunder

Relax, there's no television static

Just the howl's and never ending traffic

This world is plastic and fake

And I was born a few generations late

Illustrate my face feel this spunky

Yeah I'm strange as hell but I'm real as fuck

So follow my smell to the hollows and dells

And I'll show you the snake's as they swallow their tails

They're right there running the assembly lines

Where the coal gets shoveled by the carton smokers

They're parasites burrowed in the listeners minds

Nevermind, scratch that, let me start this over

Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel

Find the answer in the indigo shadows

Though you can unless you know the chant

Or the eight away labor line soldier ant

I held my mom as she died in my hands

Had to cancel the tour

I hope you guys understand

That the life of a man's gonna crack

In the eyes of his fans

When he fails to supply the demand

Now if only I could catch my breath

I got spurs on my boots, I can etch my steps

So I can find my way home when I stretch my depth

But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest

When I talk about social ills

Or the alcohol fix or the potent pills

Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill

I had to sketch myself a new home to build

I was baited and caught by decoys and free will

Wounded inside I rejoiced in cheap thrills

My life was destroyed and rebuild

Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still

Introverted borderline sick disconcerted

Kinda slick when it's quickly worded

Every tick every twist every drips assertive

With the verse every pixel is picture perfect

When at first! that's how I stitched the ferber

With the scraps and the bits of the century murder

And then the intenceses I'm ripple with the type of terrificness

The benefits of rhyming certificates kids are intimate

I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm and I'm gettin so inventive

That there's really no equivalent

I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, and invalent

Until they gotta tippy toe to get a dose of lithium

So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit

Just to let them know what they hell they fuckin' with

I've felt pain and I'll feel it again

Take 'em back to the end start again

I got mental cravings for sinfull tastings

And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings

I felt pain and I'll feel it again

Take 'em back to the end start again

Away

Start it right here I don't want it to be over

Say it right here I don't want it to be over

You got, you got a, you got a beautiful face