Run The Numbers Lyrics & Chords By El-p

2 out of the five of these fuses are wired live, if I wanna survive I gotta
FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

(El-P)
broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant,
half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent,
vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken,
scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten,
son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live,
put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest),
serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise,
the boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren,
silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages,
OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment,
half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader,
servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
CCWM a rain of the dead confetti,
the laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries,
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony,
captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily

(Aesop Rock)
Ask me about our specials, I'd go for the razor chicken.
Hope his delivery radius play to Gracy Mansion.
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering.
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing.
Marker to garden weasel, he's usually mucho woozy.
Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy.
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded.
The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers.
My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners.
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face.
Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate.
Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'.
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy.
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy.
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn't radio friendly.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

Nows the fucking time
Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
Nows the fucking time,
Lets get it movin, you suckers

(El-P)
Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men,
Mamas boy once but now I've learned to speak draconian,
And this is all for you, another tattered kite,
I feel it too this is a beautiful an tragic night,
All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters,
And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma,
Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me,
Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy,
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women,
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction,
One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn't dare to lecture,
I don't know how to lead, there's got to be somebody better,
Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded,
Seen where the suture stiches nitted slipped? I'm with you baby,
Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is,
I'm tired of sitting here pretending im not fucking dangerous

Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say:

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah,
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

What happened what happened?
Explosion Explosion Explosion
What happened what happened?
Degradation, degradation,
What happened what happened?
Explosion Explosion Explosion
What happened what happened?
It always comes back to a bush

2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed,
3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames,
1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane,
7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
and in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space,
on the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day,
and if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I'll say,
no matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face