It's another town
The consonants and vowels
And they sort of just don't find you
Waiting right around the bend
The consequence of sounds
And tend to go nowhere
My brain and tongue just met
Then it begins squeaky clean
The consonants and vowels
Your heart will just stop ticking
And they ain't friends so far
The consonants and vowels
Where the kid's asleep
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV
The words right through my skin
The consonants and vowels
Into my stomach juice
The National Geographic was being too graphic
Inside my bowels
No healthy calories
The consonants and vowels
I'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
Till this one ends
And the loans are paid
Got a soundtrack
Just 'cause one song is done?
Till your cubicle is reeking
Into my stomach juice
The consonants and vowels
Still getting stuck in the machine
And the lawns are mowed
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
What'd you think
Inside my bowels
On a street corner
And I absorb back in
They sit there festering
The words right through my skin
The consequence of sounds
They grow right back inside
Where they don't serve much use
Right past my brain and eyes
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Predicting and warning and warning and warning
My rhyme ain't good just yet
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding
Born into picket fences not into picket lines
But what if one of these days
My words don't travel far
But we keep on cutting the trees in the forest
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us
And meat side out and shouting
The consonants and vowels
They sit there festering
The consequence of sounds
Nutrition values
The consequence of sounds
Right past my brain and eyes
Of possible leakage from news publications
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder
My words don't travel far
And tend to go nowhere
Only cliche in our times
And it starts all over again
The consonants and vowels
No healthy calories
The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
The consequence of sounds
Did you know that the gravedigger's
And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
That very same morning right next to her coffee
It's another world
Skin tucked in
All the gravediggers were gone
And I absorb back in
Kids screaming from too much beat up
They tangle in my hair
In my mind all the time
And they ain't friends so far
They just stand there
And they don't even rhyme
Where they don't serve much use
They tangle in my hair
And prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause
There's always another one
Nutrition values
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
And sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
The consequence of sounds
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
And possible leakage from news TV stations
The consequence of sounds
They grow right back inside
