Sage Francis Escape Artist Lyrics

A Healthy Distrust Track Listing
  • 1 The Buzz Kill
  • 2 Sea Lion
  • 3 Gunz Yo
  • 4 Escape Artist
  • 5 Product Placement
  • 6 Voice Mail Bomb Threat
  • 7 Dance Monkey
  • 8 Sun vs. Moon
  • 9 Agony in Her Body
  • 10 Crumble
  • 11 Ground Control
  • 12 Lie Detector Test
  • 13 Bridle
  • 14 Slow Down Gandhi
  • 15 Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
  • (When I first got into magic yeah)

    When I first got into magic it was an underground phenomenon
    Now everybody's like pick a card, any card
    If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
    I'd be a monkey in a box
    Hangin' with the David Blaines
    I'd be swimming with the sharks
    Smiles full of razor blades
    But I'm not
    I got outta that game
    Escape Artist
    I talked till I'm red in my face
    With strange califs
    I rocked till I'm outta my range
    Then raised octaves
    I played through the pain
    And remained conscious
    Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
    And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
    Even one-fifths of some of this ****
    I made progress with
    I'm leavin' naysayers stumped like rain forests
    After years of pullin' rabbit ears out my pants pockets
    I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
    Its just there ain't no magic in the break down baby

    In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look
    Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book
    Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent
    Never been missed
    Suckers been missed
    What did you miss
    Interpreted is
    Funny I'm serving the sentence of solitary confinement
    Results in a death sentence and still I'm a running assignment
    I'm just wondering where my time went
    It pulled a disappearing act
    And every single assistant I ever had got stored in half

    Cause see I never payed attention but I can't afford to laugh (word?)
    Cause I'm lookin' through my book
    And an autograph from my cats (Ok)
    And I'm short on staff
    So all I ask is volunteers from the crowd
    Show a little bit of audience participation now!
    When I say hip (what do I say)
    You, you say shut the **** up we ain't sayin' ****
    And I'll respect it (yes!)
    Check it
    In a flair for the dramatic exit
    A fashoinable entrance late to my own arraignment
    (Oh) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
    My folks gave me this art
    You're broken heart is my pallet
    While I was out honin' my craft
    You were disownin' your talent
    Cause while you still live at home
    And I bought this house off my parents (uhh)
    I'm gettin' ahead of myself (I'm gettin' ahead of myself)
    I see the hair on my back (I see the hair on my back)
    I'm On the Road reading Kerouac
    His poems versus better raps
    I think to myself (I think to myself)
    What's worth remembering
    Versus defending
    The size of my manhood
    Or confessional canned goods

    In an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a look
    Now I'm givin' them a glimpse and I guess I'm sittin' in the middle of an unread book
    Letters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanent
    Never been missed
    Suckers been missed
    What did you miss
    Interpreted is
    But none of this is gettin' told in confidence I reckon
    I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

    I'm a veteran of spacial relationships
    I clip your wings to fit you in
    Headshrinking magician
    Shapeshifting reptilian
    Turned body contortionist
    Orphanages started offering tortures to abortion clinics (abortion clinics)
    I lost aquantances
    And a morgue of lady friends
    I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy
    Good Gods adrogenous
    I'm lookin' marvelous
    But looks can kill
    And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
    Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
    You hit it with a bouqet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
    The vault is vacant
    And they're all looking for phone call blame
    I called my agent
    The moment that I caught the train
    I let him know that I'm goin' nowhere
    He's invited
    If he leaves tonight then he might just help me find it
    But this is my burden to bear
    Not his
    And I'm a psychic without a sidekick
    Holding the future hostage
    A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
    A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
    They call me daredevil
    But I'm not precise enough
    Unprofessional
    On an amateur level
    I love my life too much

    Escape Artist (x4)
    (Escape, escape)

    Escape Artist
    I'm in two places at once
    Escape Artist
    But I ain't slept in months
    Escape Artist
    Just tryin' to get away
    But there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

    Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
    No magic in the break
    Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
    (x3 and continues as Sage speaks)

    Pussies
    You're scared to shoot me in the heart
    You know it's too big!
    Uhh!
    Yeah, **** you
    I gotta bulletproof heart
    Hit it baby
    I'll never fall in love with you
    Ever!
    If you got glass so long too
    Biyatch shut up

    Make some noise for Sage Francis y'all

    Written by: Chris Rouleau, Scott Sumner
    Lyrics © JET-EYE MUSIC, INC.

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