| Song | Less Yes's, More No's |
| Artist | Busdriver |
| Album | RoadKillOvercoat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Busdriver | |
| Less Yes's, more No's, and less Yes's, More No's and less Yes's… | |
| A studio audience's general anesthesia itch | |
| Remedied by "chop sui generis" the seminal sleeper hit | |
| From this tag-banger doppelganger | |
| turned a non-partisan anti-hero | |
| And the sneaker fits | |
| I'm undeniably left-leaning others got cold feet | |
| It's because they're breast-feeding | |
| on this golden teat (of an old elite) | |
| This synthetic mammary gland | |
| of a pop-cult nurse aid in a birdcage | |
| Which is actually an Iraqi oil drum | |
| Mistaken as the divine mother by daddy's spoiled son | |
| That's why you die in high numbers | |
| For this populous Texan and his innocuous yes-men | |
| You're a compliant spyhunter | |
| Fresh dried-blood globules on dog tags | |
| are like scarlet opals | |
| Exchanged for fossil fuels | |
| So I charge rigged voting poles | |
| Cuz the day's autumn hues lie | |
| on a garbage boats on shoals | |
| And an estranged god rules | |
| Urging soccer mom's to want to carpet bomb | |
| a peace rally on your campus quad | |
| Watch as an Islamic phantom god | |
| is slain by a movie star | |
| In a red, white and blue unitard | |
| On a Fox news sister station, | |
| on cue insipid patrons soft-shoe | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no's and less yes's | |
| Recon in war zones is your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no's and less yes's | |
| I'll unzip the sky and reveal | |
| the inner-workings that are hidden | |
| With more no's and less yes's | |
| More no's and less yes's | |
| More no's and less yes's | |
| Every feather a boarding pass | |
| for the fluorescent shuttle soaring past | |
| Forged from remnants of a former me | |
| A hollow bulb that died of the common cold | |
| And you lack the language to appraise | |
| what was my fleshy housing due to my | |
| wild fling with the art scene underbelly | |
| I, a style king toiled over a volley of | |
| ideas and scrutinized today's news | |
| But I've now been reduced to super-sized plates of food | |
| And even this supposed headspace | |
| that hemorrhages with a carbonated fizz | |
| Is auctioned off for bargain rated bids | |
| A sugary glaze is applied to every | |
| unfertilized seedling that my dementia approves | |
| Every aroused spoof | |
| Now childproof | |
| Every emphatic 'no' | |
| Now an ambivalent 'yes' | |
| As you know they're arbitrarily assigned an Axis of Evil | |
| But it can't be remedied by my on-campus free show | |
| I would hyper-extend this Californian cactus needle | |
| To snag rifle straps and also stab vinyl stacks | |
| But it's used to inject botox in the cheeks of big-face bills | |
| And I with chipped paint in my gills | |
| Know that elected official and lobbyist have hid waste spills | |
| And also misplaced kills | |
| But in the face of that neo-con Nazi | |
| I am no Noam Chomsky | |
| I'm a nagging teen in baggy jeans | |
| who fixates on frills as bombs drop free | |
| Yes we're embalmed zombies | |
| Getting all s#%tfaced as interest-rates build on defense shares | |
| But no homie, I'll die voicing my grievances | |
| Give the bronze urn of this naysayer | |
| to the modern-day Quaker | |
| The long-term of your slave labor | |
| Has been discontinued | |
| This quick-tongue ginsus right-wing filibusters | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no's and less yes's | |
| Recon in war zones in your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no's and less yes's | |
| I'll unzip the sky and reveal the inner-working that are hidden | |
| With more no's and less yes's | |
| More no's and less yes's | |
| More no's and less yes's |
| zuo ci : Busdriver | |
| Less Yes' s, more No' s, and less Yes' s, More No' s and less Yes' s | |
| A studio audience' s general anesthesia itch | |
| Remedied by " chop sui generis" the seminal sleeper hit | |
| From this tagbanger doppelganger | |
| turned a nonpartisan antihero | |
| And the sneaker fits | |
| I' m undeniably leftleaning others got cold feet | |
| It' s because they' re breastfeeding | |
| on this golden teat of an old elite | |
| This synthetic mammary gland | |
| of a popcult nurse aid in a birdcage | |
| Which is actually an Iraqi oil drum | |
| Mistaken as the divine mother by daddy' s spoiled son | |
| That' s why you die in high numbers | |
| For this populous Texan and his innocuous yesmen | |
| You' re a compliant spyhunter | |
| Fresh driedblood globules on dog tags | |
| are like scarlet opals | |
| Exchanged for fossil fuels | |
| So I charge rigged voting poles | |
| Cuz the day' s autumn hues lie | |
| on a garbage boats on shoals | |
| And an estranged god rules | |
| Urging soccer mom' s to want to carpet bomb | |
| a peace rally on your campus quad | |
| Watch as an Islamic phantom god | |
| is slain by a movie star | |
| In a red, white and blue unitard | |
| On a Fox news sister station, | |
| on cue insipid patrons softshoe | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| Recon in war zones is your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no' s and less yes' s | |
| I' ll unzip the sky and reveal | |
| the innerworkings that are hidden | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| Every feather a boarding pass | |
| for the fluorescent shuttle soaring past | |
| Forged from remnants of a former me | |
| A hollow bulb that died of the common cold | |
| And you lack the language to appraise | |
| what was my fleshy housing due to my | |
| wild fling with the art scene underbelly | |
| I, a style king toiled over a volley of | |
| ideas and scrutinized today' s news | |
| But I' ve now been reduced to supersized plates of food | |
| And even this supposed headspace | |
| that hemorrhages with a carbonated fizz | |
| Is auctioned off for bargain rated bids | |
| A sugary glaze is applied to every | |
| unfertilized seedling that my dementia approves | |
| Every aroused spoof | |
| Now childproof | |
| Every emphatic ' no' | |
| Now an ambivalent ' yes' | |
| As you know they' re arbitrarily assigned an Axis of Evil | |
| But it can' t be remedied by my oncampus free show | |
| I would hyperextend this Californian cactus needle | |
| To snag rifle straps and also stab vinyl stacks | |
| But it' s used to inject botox in the cheeks of bigface bills | |
| And I with chipped paint in my gills | |
| Know that elected official and lobbyist have hid waste spills | |
| And also misplaced kills | |
| But in the face of that neocon Nazi | |
| I am no Noam Chomsky | |
| I' m a nagging teen in baggy jeans | |
| who fixates on frills as bombs drop free | |
| Yes we' re embalmed zombies | |
| Getting all s tfaced as interestrates build on defense shares | |
| But no homie, I' ll die voicing my grievances | |
| Give the bronze urn of this naysayer | |
| to the modernday Quaker | |
| The longterm of your slave labor | |
| Has been discontinued | |
| This quicktongue ginsus rightwing filibusters | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| Recon in war zones in your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no' s and less yes' s | |
| I' ll unzip the sky and reveal the innerworking that are hidden | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s |
| zuò cí : Busdriver | |
| Less Yes' s, more No' s, and less Yes' s, More No' s and less Yes' s | |
| A studio audience' s general anesthesia itch | |
| Remedied by " chop sui generis" the seminal sleeper hit | |
| From this tagbanger doppelganger | |
| turned a nonpartisan antihero | |
| And the sneaker fits | |
| I' m undeniably leftleaning others got cold feet | |
| It' s because they' re breastfeeding | |
| on this golden teat of an old elite | |
| This synthetic mammary gland | |
| of a popcult nurse aid in a birdcage | |
| Which is actually an Iraqi oil drum | |
| Mistaken as the divine mother by daddy' s spoiled son | |
| That' s why you die in high numbers | |
| For this populous Texan and his innocuous yesmen | |
| You' re a compliant spyhunter | |
| Fresh driedblood globules on dog tags | |
| are like scarlet opals | |
| Exchanged for fossil fuels | |
| So I charge rigged voting poles | |
| Cuz the day' s autumn hues lie | |
| on a garbage boats on shoals | |
| And an estranged god rules | |
| Urging soccer mom' s to want to carpet bomb | |
| a peace rally on your campus quad | |
| Watch as an Islamic phantom god | |
| is slain by a movie star | |
| In a red, white and blue unitard | |
| On a Fox news sister station, | |
| on cue insipid patrons softshoe | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| Recon in war zones is your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no' s and less yes' s | |
| I' ll unzip the sky and reveal | |
| the innerworkings that are hidden | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| Every feather a boarding pass | |
| for the fluorescent shuttle soaring past | |
| Forged from remnants of a former me | |
| A hollow bulb that died of the common cold | |
| And you lack the language to appraise | |
| what was my fleshy housing due to my | |
| wild fling with the art scene underbelly | |
| I, a style king toiled over a volley of | |
| ideas and scrutinized today' s news | |
| But I' ve now been reduced to supersized plates of food | |
| And even this supposed headspace | |
| that hemorrhages with a carbonated fizz | |
| Is auctioned off for bargain rated bids | |
| A sugary glaze is applied to every | |
| unfertilized seedling that my dementia approves | |
| Every aroused spoof | |
| Now childproof | |
| Every emphatic ' no' | |
| Now an ambivalent ' yes' | |
| As you know they' re arbitrarily assigned an Axis of Evil | |
| But it can' t be remedied by my oncampus free show | |
| I would hyperextend this Californian cactus needle | |
| To snag rifle straps and also stab vinyl stacks | |
| But it' s used to inject botox in the cheeks of bigface bills | |
| And I with chipped paint in my gills | |
| Know that elected official and lobbyist have hid waste spills | |
| And also misplaced kills | |
| But in the face of that neocon Nazi | |
| I am no Noam Chomsky | |
| I' m a nagging teen in baggy jeans | |
| who fixates on frills as bombs drop free | |
| Yes we' re embalmed zombies | |
| Getting all s tfaced as interestrates build on defense shares | |
| But no homie, I' ll die voicing my grievances | |
| Give the bronze urn of this naysayer | |
| to the modernday Quaker | |
| The longterm of your slave labor | |
| Has been discontinued | |
| This quicktongue ginsus rightwing filibusters | |
| We refuse the ruling class in broadcast antennae headdresses | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| Recon in war zones in your certain death sentence | |
| So we need more no' s and less yes' s | |
| I' ll unzip the sky and reveal the innerworking that are hidden | |
| With more no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s | |
| More no' s and less yes' s |