Letra da Música Blood Sandwich de Aesop Rock

[Verse 1]
Yup
Steps up to the plate
Little brother, little league
'87 he was 8
Rookie season for the skinny slugger
Newly out of tee-ball
Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off
Churched then a grump alones [?] runner third first
Granny yelling "Go Cubs! ", nose in her word search
See Milfs like apes on a monolithic bleacher
and are advocating war and peace
in lieu of sport and leisure
"Hi Peggy"
I was 10, chewing on a sweet tart
Little brother, left-field, Queen's guard
Mean arm, knees bent
2-out, 2 on bags
When I caught him staring down at something
moving through the grass
Hold up
Tagged runner, and the whole cast rotate
Not before he could identify the culprit
Granny yelling, "Go Cubs! "
Graham yelling, "Gopher! "
New left-fielder give a fuck about a homer
Got a homie, little rodent
head and shoulders at a supple [?]
No baseball in the bubble
Ruh-roh
Parents startled, adorable
Players follow suit
Inning crawling to a close
Head coach not amused
Coach seeing red
Coach on the diamond
dragging 27 inches of aluminium behind him
When he transverse 3rd, the families turn nervous
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Man stands out by a hole
Pest pops up to patrol
Man plays live whack-a-mole
In a scene that would try every child as adult
Woah
Pallbearer with a ball mitt
Thrown over the fence
Coach at the bench
Both teams lose
"Good game. Good game"
Granny yelling "Go Cubs! ", Cubs ain't playing

[Pre-hook 1]
My little brother is a funny dude
A lot of funny shit happened to him
My other brother pretty funny too
Ain't seen him in a minute though

[Hook]
Just in case of rough waters
I wanna put one up for my brothers
Just in case of rough waters
I wanna put one up for my brothers

[Verse 2]
Yup
Not a part of the machine
Big brother, big idea, 9-0, 16
Neubaten tee, plaid flannel laden adolescent art kid
Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim
And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend
Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing
It's real youth in the palm of your hand
When your Mom thinks Satan is involved in a band
We were buried in the village voice
Checking who was playing where
Pulled his head up out the paper
pushing out a single tear
Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist
"Ministry live at the Ritz"
It was Christ has risen to Chris
3 loves, 2 fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch
Coming to a theatre he would be there in the flesh
Moms didn't say "No, " but she didn't say "Yes"
Copped tickets, ha the plot thickens
Countdown to ultimate concert experience
Moms still worrying
"Why are they called Ministry? Are they a cult? "
Maybe she could probably investigate
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
Read a couple sentences
glanced at a pic or two or three
That's all, no fair trial
Simply, "You will not be going to the show
and that's final! "
What occurred next
were the top of the lungs of a son
who unjustly had lost what he'd loved
In a moment that would transcend anger to high-arts
Said, "This is something I am willing to die for! "
Can you even imagine a death
in the fam from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count no concert
and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched converse

[Pre-hook 2]
My older brother is a funny dude
A lot of funny shit happened to him
We hadn't spoken in a couple moons
I called him last night
"How you doing? "

[Hook]
Just in case of rough waters
I wanna put one up for my brothers
Just in case of rough waters
I wanna put one up for my brothers
Just in case of rough waters
I wanna put one up for my brothers