"Dust in my attic" Lyrics

Well, it seems the grey hairs nestled in my rats nest are cloning,
filling in the gaps, tryna silver up my dome piece, and I guess
that's great for counteracting mind control, but
what about the chips in my shoulders, wrists, and spinal cord?

Radio waves, ultramagnetic punks and ravers, dressed
to kill--their neighbors, with guns and sabers,
so I tend to rock a death-proof aura on the regs, so I
can walk without fear across this land of the dead.

It's bedtime for bonzo, crusty, homey and Kokopelli, I'll
be the saddest clown since that hobo Emmett Kelly
Riding the rails of a boxcar with a silver flask
sippin the heat of the present, killin the chill of the past.

I ask everyone I meet to take me back, but
most of them just shrug and walk a little faster.
Sometimes I wonder where they're going, or what they're after,
but that just adds to the stack of questions I've already gathered

'cause

I've got too much dust in my attic,
Addicted to the magic, the heroes in the static
Too many soldiers never get up off the matress
So I never lie down till I've blown out the cannon

Now my kicks are hella dusty so I won't be crushin models
flatfoot waddle ugly duckling smug apostle,
diggin in the crates with bright dreams of fossils,
collectin deposits on these recycled genie bottles.

It's been a hot minute since I crumbled up my wishlist,
pitched it at the trashcan, driven mad and back again.
These days I only rub my limbs to keep warm, and
save my pennies from these bottomless wells of cheap whores.

I been reborn enough to know this earth ain't the best place,
and lately all these selfish creatures want is the next taste.
So I been tryna conjur proper methods to elevate, but
all I ever got from dreaming big was a headache.

That ain't to say i'm throwin in towels or hanging hats.
I'm just takin a second to analyze the facts.
hangin with the bats, I've acquired a taste for plasma,
and if I don't settle down soon, who knows what could happen!?

'cause
I've got too much dust in my attic,
Addicted to the magic, the heroes in the static
Too many soldiers never get up off the matress
So I never lie down till I've blown out the cannon