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the myth of ken - journalism 101 lyrics

he says he lookin’ for a new transition; he been lost in the moment
after a bottle o’ jack he can’t hold it
story comes spewin’ through a rage of slurs
bartender took him through the rings that i’ve just heard
let me share a story ’bout a man in a flannel
7 gold b-ttons on flash as he channels
hes a bent-back-motherf-cker broke in the mind
he’s a perfect candidate for me to wrap into a quick dime
he shares a flat with 6 dudes on welfare
5 work factories, 1 works nowhere
he works a deadend job on deskwatch
where he types and types and types and never moves from the best spot
his own insanity is crippled by desire
he stares into the window wishin’ he could jump from higher
lost to the glints off of sun-shined corvettes
he loads his pistol and he moves from the court-rest

lead is runnin’ out so i switch it up to disposable
his mouth is runnin’ fast he’s spewin’ bodies for a prose to pull
i’m scratchin’ the story, i’m line a pullitzer
he’s detailin’ bodies as he mentions how bullets were
a mess to display upon the shirt he was tied in
threw his boss’s corpse onto the sporter he was drivin’
adopted all the pistols from the guards that he had dropped
flipped alarms that start to blare and pulled in every single cop
he showers in the private then he p-sses other bars
he skirts by a thousand red-and-blue colored cars
he manages make it past the barriers and streets
and he skips a million holes, just to slither into ours
as we emerge on to the line that everybody knows
he whips his pistol out and loads it, to make sure he shows
he watches gl-sses as they drop and shatter in the light
with every glint he pulls the trigger and the crowd ignites

17 bodies i watch demolish the flooring
he loads his pistol in slowly just to make sure he ain’t toying
with all the parts and the pieces; he springs a load from beneath his
am-ssing grin on his face that just makes me know he ain’t pulling
his own weight in the deal that we made when he woke up early
and we met in this bar with a loaded case of the pearlies
and he agreed to get me the promotion that i had wanted
but now hes placin’ his feet up onto the stool in a motion
that i admit – would get anybody anything they asked for
now hes waving through the giant windows like a dashboard
spoutin’ his mouth as we wavers gun to his band
repeatin’ mantra how he k!lled us with his own bare hands
now i gotta jot it with blood from the wound he gave me
and i’m standin’ by the mayor with a medal; just lookin’ crazy
i’m dartin’ across the room its ok because i’m a hero
but i’m waitin’ for someone to deplete the unknown to zero
its a job

- the myth of ken lyrics

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