Mr. Blessington's Imperialist Plot

Mr Blessington's Imperialist Plot - Astronautalis

Pretty patricia was a nervous wreck deadened by the darvocet

Furnished by a charlatain posing as a pharmacist

Propped behind a pearly desk

She wears the phone with burdened breath

And hands she holds for reasons wanton

Is the whilring dervish games this is just the receptionist

The skeletons and hallowed halls number of every word

Could be 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 its 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

I collected so much dirt I would tover scoch

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 eight 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 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

I collected so much dirt

I was buried down alive stand in the base until the day I die

Until the day I die until the day I die until the day I die