[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
I can take my finger off, old dog, old trick
New twist like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head
Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with and
Should they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls on
Cut it from the shoulder while the saw's warm
The full appendage really make a world of difference
Included too are 30 teeth to chew out all your critics
32 would have been perfect, 2 were casualties of it's it's-
I always wanted radder things for Christmas
The rest were cool
I'm shipping out a torso in the a.m
You should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces - it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his document
You shouldn't have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit
[Verse 2: Kimya Dawson]
My mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school
She was outside during recess
She had a whistle and I thought that that was cool
She was really nice to all the kids who didn't have a lot of friends
She would give them hugs and tell them jokes or she'd play catch with them
And, my dad worked at the laundromat which was really cool to me
I'd get to open up the washing machines
And clean them out and collect the money
And I'd open soap dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside
I knew how it worked and I was good at it
And helping out filled me with a sense of pride
I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye
And I'd say "Hi! Excuse me, but do you mind
If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?"
[Hook: Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson] (x4)
My whole life is a
(My whole life is a delicate cycle)
A delicate cycle, a delicate cycle
[Verse 3: Aesop Rock]
Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with head
They said it used to walk upright and like New York after ten
One day it woke up out of order, nothing more to extend
Delicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zen
When it's a impersonal skill is already poor at its best
A conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debt
And you don't know it, but I know I owe you more than I've kept
So if you find a biohazard by your door on the step
Maybe it couldn't find its faculties, but swore it would help
Wanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies let
Hang on, I'm overnighting eyes with a headlight-deer stare
One up, Vin Van, UPS and ear pair
Wear 'em if you need a new perspective on a weird year
And one day when I'm better we can square away a fair share
The last frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue
[Verse 4: Kimya Dawson]
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out
Maybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes from
Hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry
And the company of other people who also don't have the amenities
At their convenience in a home that's so set up that they never have to leave
I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust
The squeaky carts, the vibrations
The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheets
The old pay phone, the giant sink
I'd watch my daddy mop the floor
And my heart started with a quarter
I'd watch my daddy mop the floor
And my heart started with a quarter
[Hook] (x4)