| Song | Accidents Don't Happen |
| Artist | El-P |
| Album | Fantastic Damage |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : El-P |
| [00:52.64] | Yo I touch with rusted clutch then spun out of the dust |
| [00:57.35] | And careen into the temples of automated destruct |
| [01:00.32] | Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged |
| [01:02.62] | Fishing for the fly shit hybrid |
| [01:04.85] | I run among the mudskipper swarms |
| [01:05.68] | Through warnings and good morning Beiruits |
| [01:07.54] | Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits |
| [01:10.03] | City life is practice casket truancy |
| [01:12.48] | That's the rule of you and me brash unmasked lunacy |
| [01:15.35] | Friends used to laugh fast grasped little truth from me |
| [01:18.34] | Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis |
| [01:21.08] | Who deserves the wrath without warning |
| [01:22.97] | The same sky for the martyr |
| [01:23.97] | With a spork scorch New York forfeits |
| [01:25.96] | Run among the poppy fields order some more clips |
| [01:28.48] | Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless |
| [01:31.30] | Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull |
| [01:33.92] | Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted |
| [01:36.30] | Flight of the accidental tourist morbid |
| [01:38.58] | The advertising gods so oddly courtship |
| [01:40.92] | Godly corporate squads plot these tortures |
| [01:44.53] | Holiness is hard and it's costing god fortunes |
| [01:47.56] | (guess he took a second job on the force to afford it) |
| [01:50.61] | I don't want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies |
| [01:52.36] | Man it's too much for my stubbornness |
| [01:54.11] | I hate the people runnin' shit |
| [01:55.02] | Now if you sleep at ground o below wishing you peaceful sleep |
| [01:58.72] | Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently |
| [02:00.67] | Metal bars of ancient |
| [02:01.80] | Rome dissolved from the scenery (now what the f**k) |
| [02:03.67] | I'll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit |
| [02:05.74] | Pristine untouched NB703's untouched |
| [02:06.92] | Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery |
| [02:11.22] | Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy |
| [02:15.65] | Tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight |
| [02:17.53] | Cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight |
| [02:19.60] | Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more |
| [02:21.78] | But I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates |
| [02:24.46] | Breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements |
| [02:26.59] | Seasonal and festive the butchery's lookin good |
| [02:29.55] | And now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress |
| [02:32.29] | Now you can hypnotize the herd |
| [02:33.84] | I'm alive with fly visions that attack like |
| [02:35.84] | Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons |
| [02:37.62] | True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong |
| [02:40.24] | In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song |
| [02:42.67] | I know you're listening get down with this bitch whistle along |
| [03:02.28] | It's like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds |
| [03:05.27] | They pussy all infected I'm lookin for milky words |
| [03:07.18] | They pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out |
| [03:10.03] | Had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out |
| [03:12.37] | What I look like with no skin |
| [03:14.45] | Who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated |
| [03:17.61] | Even your no flipped egyptian Euro |
| [03:20.54] | Got my website shut down by the Bureau |
| [03:23.11] | Can't kick it with the dead until my life stop |
| [03:26.24] | But Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt |
| [03:28.91] | I breath artist time fans the artist |
| [03:31.98] | Put a couple G's together before harvest light |
| [03:34.36] | I'll take all this |
| [03:35.54] | The hell I'm doin |
| [03:36.68] | Dippin this whole f**kin' pound in enbalmin fluids |
| [03:38.70] | You think I rhyme to do it if it's (on point) shot is |
| [03:42.19] | If you can't help but sleep peel off your eyelids |
| [03:55.61] | It's the year 2010 you can say what you want |
| [03:57.52] | But I bet if you light this blunt dummy the feds'll come runnin' |
| [04:02.35] | Lock you up lock you out you ain't tryin' to listen |
| [04:04.79] | Cameras in your food dude look they're trying to listen |
| [04:07.36] | Lock you up lock you out we got bugs in the house |
| [04:09.65] | We're being monitored they know we got thugs in the house |
| [04:12.41] | Don't light your blunt bitch they'll hit you with a switch |
| [04:15.18] | Hit you with a beam hit you in the brain |
| [04:16.32] | Make you go totally insane |
| [04:18.08] | Wild out guns in the spot flippin' on you niggas |
| [04:20.59] | They take you out then the Feds push guns on the roof |
| [04:23.64] | They take 'em out melt you out 'cause you know too much |
| [04:26.13] | After that you know your ho's get touched |
| [04:27.93] | Look Then the meaning starts |
| [04:29.58] | Download your chip to a memory card |
| [04:31.17] | Give your chips and send 'em to a city job |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : ElP |
| [00:52.64] | Yo I touch with rusted clutch then spun out of the dust |
| [00:57.35] | And careen into the temples of automated destruct |
| [01:00.32] | Nanotech bugs in the blood get unplugged |
| [01:02.62] | Fishing for the fly shit hybrid |
| [01:04.85] | I run among the mudskipper swarms |
| [01:05.68] | Through warnings and good morning Beiruits |
| [01:07.54] | Little Billy Blunderbuss looking for more recruits |
| [01:10.03] | City life is practice casket truancy |
| [01:12.48] | That' s the rule of you and me brash unmasked lunacy |
| [01:15.35] | Friends used to laugh fast grasped little truth from me |
| [01:18.34] | Now they check their bags with a staff claspin' Uzis |
| [01:21.08] | Who deserves the wrath without warning |
| [01:22.97] | The same sky for the martyr |
| [01:23.97] | With a spork scorch New York forfeits |
| [01:25.96] | Run among the poppy fields order some more clips |
| [01:28.48] | Store trips are weird but the fear is forceless |
| [01:31.30] | Bloomey bought the city of Lego and shitty metal hull |
| [01:33.92] | Jitters to the floor boards burnt almost aborted |
| [01:36.30] | Flight of the accidental tourist morbid |
| [01:38.58] | The advertising gods so oddly courtship |
| [01:40.92] | Godly corporate squads plot these tortures |
| [01:44.53] | Holiness is hard and it' s costing god fortunes |
| [01:47.56] | guess he took a second job on the force to afford it |
| [01:50.61] | I don' t want a part of these self fulfilled prophecies |
| [01:52.36] | Man it' s too much for my stubbornness |
| [01:54.11] | I hate the people runnin' shit |
| [01:55.02] | Now if you sleep at ground o below wishing you peaceful sleep |
| [01:58.72] | Where horror on the surface emerges less frequently |
| [02:00.67] | Metal bars of ancient |
| [02:01.80] | Rome dissolved from the scenery now what the f k |
| [02:03.67] | I' ll take a hostage and walk through the mosh pit |
| [02:05.74] | Pristine untouched NB703' s untouched |
| [02:06.92] | Trust is a commodity crushed by Pol Pottery |
| [02:11.22] | Your cookie cutter laws contain flaws in philosophy |
| [02:15.65] | Tumbling down a flight of Escher bach steps delight |
| [02:17.53] | Cause the man who raped my sister wont sleep right tonight |
| [02:19.60] | Now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more |
| [02:21.78] | But I' m exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates |
| [02:24.46] | Breakfast for dystopian ruthless hope movements |
| [02:26.59] | Seasonal and festive the butchery' s lookin good |
| [02:29.55] | And now writers block is a prison camp where free press regress |
| [02:32.29] | Now you can hypnotize the herd |
| [02:33.84] | I' m alive with fly visions that attack like |
| [02:35.84] | Alfred Hitchcock raising rabid carrier pigeons |
| [02:37.62] | True the only form of com not tapped is trapped strong |
| [02:40.24] | In the cranium of future rebel infants whistling the song |
| [02:42.67] | I know you' re listening get down with this bitch whistle along |
| [03:02.28] | It' s like the Bilderburgs came to dinner with filthy birds |
| [03:05.27] | They pussy all infected I' m lookin for milky words |
| [03:07.18] | They pulled my third eye out then they let it dry out |
| [03:10.03] | Had to pour my belief in Chrst to find out |
| [03:12.37] | What I look like with no skin |
| [03:14.45] | Who mandated while the back of my paper is still luminated |
| [03:17.61] | Even your no flipped egyptian Euro |
| [03:20.54] | Got my website shut down by the Bureau |
| [03:23.11] | Can' t kick it with the dead until my life stop |
| [03:26.24] | But Bush got a ouija to talk to Adam Weishaupt |
| [03:28.91] | I breath artist time fans the artist |
| [03:31.98] | Put a couple G' s together before harvest light |
| [03:34.36] | I' ll take all this |
| [03:35.54] | The hell I' m doin |
| [03:36.68] | Dippin this whole f kin' pound in enbalmin fluids |
| [03:38.70] | You think I rhyme to do it if it' s on point shot is |
| [03:42.19] | If you can' t help but sleep peel off your eyelids |
| [03:55.61] | It' s the year 2010 you can say what you want |
| [03:57.52] | But I bet if you light this blunt dummy the feds' ll come runnin' |
| [04:02.35] | Lock you up lock you out you ain' t tryin' to listen |
| [04:04.79] | Cameras in your food dude look they' re trying to listen |
| [04:07.36] | Lock you up lock you out we got bugs in the house |
| [04:09.65] | We' re being monitored they know we got thugs in the house |
| [04:12.41] | Don' t light your blunt bitch they' ll hit you with a switch |
| [04:15.18] | Hit you with a beam hit you in the brain |
| [04:16.32] | Make you go totally insane |
| [04:18.08] | Wild out guns in the spot flippin' on you niggas |
| [04:20.59] | They take you out then the Feds push guns on the roof |
| [04:23.64] | They take ' em out melt you out ' cause you know too much |
| [04:26.13] | After that you know your ho' s get touched |
| [04:27.93] | Look Then the meaning starts |
| [04:29.58] | Download your chip to a memory card |
| [04:31.17] | Give your chips and send ' em to a city job |