MC Frontalot Forbidden Planet Lyrics

I've seen a monkey trying hard to love a robot, yo
but all they ever do is fight to the death for your soul.
They're on a planet that I never meant to visit at all.
Got a sign on the wall - the decree: you don't go.

So come on, make your trespass, get your flesh fast
turned to dust by the death rays. These are the best days
of our lives: mad scientists with swirly eyes;
people with supernatural powers who live in disguise,
who live in the skies, swing between the sky scrapers,
capes all-a-drape in the words on the shiny papers
that the stapler turned to a booklet, or otherwise perfect bound
so when the glue dries in my old age, loose pages all around;
sound of the wind rustling; cowboy zombies ride,
lassoing up the carrion calves and a skeletal bride.
I'm telling you I don't study the phrenology no more
but I'm astounded by the size of the heads in the store.
And I score my pull. Full moons and the howls commence;
tear through a stack in a night with little reticence.
I'm eating venisons in the woods, get an axe to the dome.
Ken is in pieces behind me - I can still hear him groan.
I should have known from the warning encoded into the name of the place:
forbidden planet, in impermissible s___e.

And on the surface of the planet, insanity abounds.
Eternal beings shape my sleep and every waking sound
that I make is loud. "Shazam!" I'd say, just to startle you
(a geek e__________ in between a wave and a particle).
Did a part of you just die just like Clay Loudermilk
shaving information out of a dog without a head? And now the silk
smoking jacket worn by the smartest kid on earth
[Back off, nerd! This library's my turf.] ...and give berth
to the brick hats from Ignatz that fly in posthumous volumes.
At once coeval and incompossible: all rooms
at all times, silver age and foil covers mingle.
Something eldritch in the aisle: soul of the man who filched a single
glance at the most forbidden object on the whole orb.
I hint not at quixotic wandering; take the whole tour.
Look on the shelf under Rapper next to Elf,
you'll see a Frontalot one-fold if I have to smuggle it in myself.
I'm gonna hand-scribble it onto a napkin and then scan it,
print a pile of 'em out, deliver 'em to the planet.
I'll acquire a quire and if you don't know what I mean,
look it up: it's one twentieth of a ream.

[Got a song, listen fondly, don't hear a mondegreen]

You think you surrender me to the funny animals who inhabit
but I camp out in the c___pit of the crash land cause they're all rabid.
Don't jinx me now, I'm about to escape from here yet.
I'm on an island in the vastness of s___e [facing regret].
And I'm stranded alone, in need of some rescue,
already ran out of food, masticated my left shoe,
built a robot companion - on accident programmed it to feel.
So when it spared a little monkey from despair, its fate was sealed.