I can't really reach you I don't know why When you talk it's like daggers It sticks in my mind Make the carbon copies And an X marks the spot Your keys and your pocket change Is all that you've got I'm no Keith Richards At least I know his type Five-string ripper With the devil inside I can only conclude that it's a state of mind And as we hang our heroes all out to dry Assaulted by distraction And the Black Death fox They get so excited Over Aesop Rock Aesop will glue you there Fill you up with life Reconstruction of the same fables You used to hear as a child I can only conclude that it's a state of mind And as we hang our heroes all out to dry All I hear All I hear All I hear