Food, Clothes, Medicine Lyrics & Chords By Aesop Rock

Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds, rogue, veterans,
Food, clothes, medicine.
Wheeled it out the smoke stack factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators,
Food, clothes, medicine.
I think I thunk a bunk colony could possibly amuse grown delegates,
Food, clothes, medicine.
Peace, the whipper-snapper generation greet 'em with a full blown pistol pull,
Food, clothes, medicinal.
Variety, for every plastic orange bottle,
The tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets,
Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain lengths
For the dead walk a little less clumsy than you think.
Hunger pain, chump change tell it to how his belly get
When bourgie hopes hellions,
Food, clothes, medicine, alumni,
Bum, I got the skin on the teeth between my fingertips and stellar,
Let's bet it melts together.
Let's get these men some shelter
Three hots and a cot with Quaaludes
On a pillowcase left on an ultimately cordial gesture by the staff,
It's a bath house for brave soldiers
When they coordinate to fornicating whores in maid's clothing.
Sip a hot mocha, kick-up-chug up to the apple box,
Frankie says "relax", 20 says he snaps, SAFE WAGER,
Hell, 90 percent sensitive jubilee,
Never returned to brag about that fish bigger than you and me.
Walk on glass, cruise cloaked residents.
Bang on doors, food, clothes, medicine.
United we stand to all our parties click,
I divide and conquer cuz frankly I'd rather sit.
We saw them rat races, machine or man, sprocket or fat laces,
Hatchback of flashbacks from a heyday full of bad blazers,
Now Major Aes route the following orders
To all his crew's chromed generals,
Food, clothes, medicine.

Walk on glass, bang on doors,
Talk all trash, hang on whores.
Walk all cash, bank on wars,
like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours
it's yours
it's yours
it's yours

We role tape protocol on a ring finger neighbor to peruse gross negligence,
Food, clothes, medicine.
Martyrs leak faster if the carver tweaks the dagger, 90 moves choked citizens,
Food, clothes, medicine.
Well yapple freakin zapple they've sapped this commitment's castle, cool, dope, excellent,
Food, clothes, medicine.
It's tough to legislate when scum tongue down a dinner plate of booze, coke, heroin,
....
I'll bite the hand that feeds,
Chew the steak and spit the knuckles back,
Stitch 'em up and give em dap, before his brother's rubberneck,
Iron chef Lithuania christen kitchen stadium,
With chicken and mass serotonin drifting into gravy-dom,
Save me some, scallywags hold your breath,
The curmudgeon's gun dusty like the road to death.
Bag a pin stripe militia kisser no kill switch,
Just a guilty gizzard wanna recommend a pill slip.
I wipe placenta off my face in the height of the disco era,
Grew through liquid bubble gum, fever, death, and christmas sweaters,
grew through saccharin fast food study hall and cliff's notes benders,
Now holds a bachelors in training ninjas to tip toe better.
These are them sham city kidney kicks to the loose bolts
Belly ache-killins for claim who stand iffy on food, clothes, medicade.
Pollywog, hug a spot lit with bigger lizards
In the land of hot milk and honey with stingers in it. ZINGER.
Jimmy to jist up, check ya tip cup,
Mother's watching babies near to preachers keen on fist fucks,
Keep your schnoz clean, ears open, chopper zipped up.
Food, clothes, medicine, cuz hungry, naked, sick, sucks.
Collide your worker ants, with autobahn inertia dance,
And curb them herp love bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp.
Another savior with his foot, cold, stuck in his mouth,
I played that who knows, food, clothes, fuck it, I'm out.

Walk on glass, bang on doors,
Talk all trash, hang on whores.
Walk all cash, bank on wars,
like food, clothes, medicine, it's yours
it's yours
it's yours
it's yours
Food, Clothes, Medicine.