Aesop Rock — Blood Sandwich

[Verse 1] Yup! Steps up to the plate Little brother, Little League, '87—he was 8 Rookie season for the skinny slugger newly out of T-ball Pit against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off Church, then a grip of loons run to third first Granny yelling, "Go Cubs!", nose in her word-search Seen MILFs like apes on a monolithic bleacher Into advocating war and peace in lieu of sport and leisure "Hi, Peggy!" I was 10, chewing on a Sweet Tart Little brother, left field, queen's guard, mean arm Knees bent, two out, two on bags When I caught him staring down at something moving through the grass Hold up; tagged runner, and the whole cast rotate Not before he could identify the culprit Granny yelling, "Go Cubs!" Graham yelling, "Gopher!" New left fielder give a fuck about a homer Got a homie, little rodent, head and shoulders out his hovel No baseball in the bubble, ruh-roh Parents thought it adorable, the players followed suit Inning crawling to a close, head coach not amused Coach seeing red, coach on the diamond Dragging 27 inches of aluminum behind him When he transverse third, the families turn nervous The following is a transcript of "Man vs. Vermin" Here we go: man stands out by a hole Pest pops up to patrol Man plays live Whac-a-Mole In a scene that would try every child as adults Whoa, pall-bore with a ball mitt Thrown over the fence, coach hit the bench Both teams lose, "Good game, good game" Granny yelling "Go Cubs!" Cubs ain't playing [Bridge 1] My little brother is a funny dude A lot of funny shit happened to him My other brother pretty funny, too Ain't seen him in a minute, though [Hook] The one, the— Th—Th—The one, the— Th—The one, the— The one, the two, the three Just in case of rough waters I want to put one up for my brothers Th—The one, the— Th—Th—The one, the— Th—The one, the— The one, the—the two, the three Just in case of rough waters I want to put one up for my brothers [Verse 2] Yup! Not a part of the machine Big brother, big idea, '9-0, 16 Neubauten tee, plaid flannel-laden, adolescent art kid Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend, Peel Sessions In a Christian home for field testing It's real youth in the palm of your hand When your mom thinks Satan is involved in a band We were buried in the Village Voice, checking who was playing where Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist: "Ministry live at the Ritz" It was "Christ Has Risen" to Chris, three loaves, two fish Miracle of mechanized loops on two-inch Coming to a theater—he would be there in the flesh Moms didn't say "No," but she didn't say "Yes" Cop tickets—ah, the plot thickens Countdown to ultimate concert experience Ma still wary: "And why are they called Ministry? Are they a cult?" Maybe she would probably investigate Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three That's all—no fair trial Simply, "You will not be going to the show, and that's final!" What occurred next were the top of the lungs Of a son who, unjustly, had lost what he loved In a moment that would transcend anger to high art Said, "This is something I am willing to die for!" Can you even imagine? A death in the fam from industrial fandom? Anyway, no body count, no concert And Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched Converse [Bridge 2] My older brother is a funny dude A lot of funny shit happened to him We hadn't spoken in a couple moons I called him last night: "How you doing?" [Hook] The one the— Th—Th—The one, the— Th—The one, the— the two, the three Just in case of rough waters I want to put one up for my brothers Th—The one, th— The one, the The one, the— th—the— the two— two, the three Just in case of rough waters I want to put one up for my brothers [Outro] The one the— Th—Th—The one, the— Th—The one, the— the two, the three