Astronautalis - Mr. Blessington's Imperialist Plot

Pretty Patricia was a nervous wreck Deadened by the Darvocet Furnished by a charlatan Posing as a pharmacist Propped behind a pearly desk She hoists the phone with burdened breath And hands she holds for reasons wanton Is the whirling dervish games This is just the receptionist The skeletons and hallowed halls Outnumber every worker bee buzzing right through this honey comb And I am just a lonely drone With a notepad and a picture phone Whose nectar is a collection of transgressions and subversive flaws Darrell's darling carries all of HR on his back Can only hide Gisette because the fetish waftings of croquettes Well Mrs. Darla’s down the hall She keeps a watchful eye It's on accounts receivable Leaving it blind to the concubine Lady Darla’s not the cleanest Grape inside the crops She keeps her eyes inside accountants As she skims right off the top Her saccharine little skins of cream She sneaks out in her hosiery To hopefully she pumps the petty plunder in the slots Every now and then The best laid plans of mice and men Fall apart at hands Of unassuming champions Collecting all the dirt To build a tower to the sky Slaving in this basement One day this will all be mine One day this will all be mine One day this will all be mine She was so outwardly nonpareil I was enraptured by the act Of cracking her seamless shell Catching Esteban with hand in his till is muy facil But this girl's skills are past the run of the mill We command with abandon the plot Take what he got Setting up shop with a cloud 8 view at the top And everybody’s got bones Hers are harder to spot With her appointments pinned down and her hair done up I devote everything that I’ve got To stalking this fox There's got to be a fracture in her porcelain plot That’s where I slipped up Lost in her wash She doubled back upon her tracks and she caught me off guard She’s impossibly smart I am defeated at my own game Caught me collecting dirt To blackmail them for my own gain A tower made of dirt Is just a castle built from glass And a pocket full of stones until the last one's cast Every now and then The best laid plans of mice and men Fall apart at hands Of unassuming champions Collecting so much dirt That I was buried down alive Slaving in this basement Until the day I die Until the day I die Until the day I die