Testo di Aesop Rock

I can't really reach you I don't know why When you talk, it's like daggers It sticks in my mind Make the carbon copies And an X marks the spot The keys and the pocket change Is all that you got I know Keith Richards At least I know his type Five string ripper With the devil inside I can only conclude that it's a state of mind When you hang our heroes all out to dry Assaulted by distraction And the Black Death fox You get so excited By Aesop Rock Aesop will fill you, babe Fill you up with light Reconstruction of the same fables You used to fear as a child I can only conclude that it's a state of mind And as we hang our heroes all out to dry