The Dynamo Of Volition (From An All Night Session) Songtext / Lyric

I've got the dynamo of volition

The po-pole position

Automatic transmission with lo-ow emissions

I'm a brand new addition to the old edition

With the love unconditional



I'm a drama abolitionist

Damn no opposition to my proposition

Half of a man, half magician

Half a politician, holding the mic

Like ammunition, and my vision

Is as simple as light



Ain't no reason we should be in a fight

No demolition, get to vote

To get to say what you like

Procreation, composition

Already written by itself

Singing heck is for the people not believin' in gosh






Good God

Get 'em up way high

Can you gimme that high five?

Good times

Get 'em way down low

And gimme gimme that low dough



Good God

Bring 'em back again

Gimme gimme that high ten

You're the best definition of good intentions



Will you answer a call if

You do not know who is calling?

I guess the whole point of it all is

That we never know really



I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses

Like waiting for guns and the roses

To finish what we all suppose is

The shit so silly

That shit's so silly

That shit's so silly

It's so silly



Oh, fist knock bumping and wrist lock

Twisting up a rRzla

Kid Icarus on the transistor

Nintendo gig been givin' me the blister

Bend over take it in the kisser



Best friends a-hitting on my sister

Try to tell them that they still a wisher

Cuz she already got herself a mister

And besides that's gross to want to dis her

D-d-didn't I say that shit's so silly?



I do not keep up with statistics

I do not sleep without a mistress

I do not eat unless it's fixed with

Some kind of sweet like a licorice



My home is deep inside the mystics

I'm known to keep diggin' on existence

I'm holdin' in the heat like a fishstick

My phone it beeps because I missed it



I do not answer the call when

I do not know who you are then

Making no sense of it all

Say, can I get a witness?



I'm only a boy in a story

Just a hallucinatory

Trippin' on nothing there is

Living in the wilderness



With a tiger spot on my back

Living life of a cat

I just wanna relax here

And write another rap tune



Driving off on a blind man's bike

I can say just what I like

Oh nothing can stop you

Can't stop you, can't stop you, can't stop you



Good job

Get 'em up way high

Gimme gimme that high five

Good times

Get 'em way down low

Gimme gimme that low dough



Good God

Bring 'em back again

Gimme gimme that high ten

You're the best definition of good intentions