Sage Francis Garden Gnomes Lyrics

Sickly Business Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Masters are Back (Non-Prophets)
  • 2 The Failure Disc 2 #6 (Bernard Dolan)
  • 3 Love, Love, Love (Non-Prophets)
  • 4 Stuck
  • 5 Garden Gnomes
  • 6 Killing Time (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 7 Alternatives to College
  • 8 Souvenier (Non-Prophets)
  • 9 Threewrite (Non-Prophets)
  • 10 Tree of Knowledge
  • 11 1996 Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 12 Doomage
  • 13 My Girl Was a Groupie (Joe Beats)
  • 14 Lost Verse of the Mainstream (Non-Prophets)
  • 15 My Head
  • 16 Worlds of After Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 17 Jesus in a Bowl of Germs (Jared Paul)
  • 18 Kiddie Litter
  • 19 Killing Muslims (George McKibbens)
  • 20 Sandpaper Gloves (AOI)
  • 21 1995 Medley
  • 22 Underbite Ben (live in Sioux Falls)
  • (I’m over time)

    Welcome to my life (welcome)
    Welcome to my life (welcome)
    Welcome to my life (welcome)

    Welcome to my life where everybody wants to cipher
    They’ve never held a mic, but they swear they nice,
    ‘cause they boys told ‘em so
    and surely enough they suck my dick in front of they girlfriend like
    “Look, this is how you do it, you gotta fuckin’ do it slow then fast, slow then fast,
    eat that shit”, check-check


    If this is you, you’re not alone
    This world’s a rock of drones
    Girls flock like birds
    Cause they heard lots of poems from the mystery man
    When my name gets spit it echoes
    Straight-laced people say grace with evil smiles
    I’ll stick to Velcro
    Let go of these claims I hold true
    This is Sage, don’t say I ain’t told you
    Fake gold tooth
    Real problems with garden gnomes who talk shit
    My respect’s the best bargain known to the consumin’ market
    So pay me it
    To my love-hate relationship with love-hate relationships
    Makes me rich
    My old lady thinks that I done did it
    But I done didn’t
    Save my breath during dramatic movie endings hold the stub of the ticket
    When credits roll I’m heading for the exit hole
    Your track record is such a short shelf-life bless its soul
    It’s about you, all about you
    That’s probably why you don’t really respect it or know how to
    Fuck a fickle fan base, stuck a middle finger in they damn face
    Does the pinnacle of my hand taste dirty like the suggestive gesture
    You’re best to drop out the school of hard knocks
    Get murdered by stress and pressure, pressure-cooker
    I leave the party with a mass amount of assed-out demo tapes to butcher
    “Could ya give it a little bit of a listen, bro?”
    Into – “do me a favor and play it on a big system though”
    Into – “give me a detailed critique of my hot shit”
    “Sure thing boss, I’ll get right on it”
    Oh hell no he didn’t, oh yes he done did my friend
    Think he was so very special among the hundred thousand
    You play the fence, your flow is weak and your concepts suck
    It makes no sense, slow to speak – your logic’s fucked
    You made no dents over beats that got lots of cuts
    Noise you do have toys like you stocked with Tonka Trunks

    You’re not a lone, this world’s a rock of drones
    Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears
    With the “yeah, yeah . . . off the dome”

    You’re not a lone, this world is stocked with clones
    And my dear Watson’s are coming to bite a style near you
    You best for sure lock your homes
    You best for sure lock your homes
    You best for sure lock your homes
    You best for sure lock your homes and beware,
    Beware the garden gnomes. Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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