Scoliosis Jones

Hi my name's Scoliosis Jones

I've got a comb over coif and a smoker's cough

I'm into motorcross and am a Planet Z3 colonist

And a self-taught anesthesiologist

I've got a corn ethanol powered copter pack

For slow nights I'm in old type in almanacs

My bandmates act like tasteful Swedes

With tweezed brows they seed clouds with dreidels and beads

So I gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates

When the political climate is clearly Soviet

But my crackpot persona's an eerie cozy fit

When I cackle at the throws of the hedge maze

I used to stab niggers with quarter notes

And treat royalty statements like horoscopes

But my wonderland's been deforested and poached

And my groin gets bombarded with x-rays

I'm Scoliosis Jones

"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then

Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

In the headliner's Buck Rodgers seating wing

there's always blood in the toddler's teething ring

He needs legitimized conceit, cocaine nasal spray,

Splayed cable bays to liquefy the heath

His persona; assistants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth

Must have a glory hole

He's fellated by a roster of vapid poodles and eats apple strudels

Wearing a portly stole

A crass pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer

Picking out the pig's feet in the fattening curd cobbler

Flossing and stuff because he thinks we care

He signed a ten album deal with a pinky swear

Popular opinion's burgeoning gulf leans

To it's concerning his golf swing

My cardigan reeks in partisan pink

Because I'm Baron Fink in the Martian sphinx

I'm Scoliosis Jones

"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then

Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

Pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music

Because he's Nova Scotian

I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic

Your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery

Twirl and flail around the motor fire and foreign policy deodorizer

I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic

I'm Scoliosis Jones

"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then

Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"

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I'm Scoliosis-

I'm Scoliosis Jones

"We all laugh at your expense", fuck you then

Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"