All Up in that Junk - by Zen Fuse Box - from Turnpike to Jupiter
"They're incredible!"
Yeah, it was just silly stuff
Strollin' back home in the twilight
With the roses red like this
You can have it
Home alone with the shadows inside
And the secrets you keep
But that's not how we roll
We was all up in that junk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
Like Blake Griffin on a dunk
We was throwin' down that funk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
Like a sex machine
Like a boss, like a pimp
Like a microphone fiend
You want alternative rock?
We go zero down time
We are never off the clock
You want spoken word?
Right reverend Rich rants
Like none you ever heard
We even dabble in hip-hip
'Cause I'm the one, never sleep never stop
We was all up in that junk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
Like Blake Griffin on a dunk
We was throwin' down that funk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
With no reason for the rhyme
Zen Fuse Box rocks it all of the time
Psychedelic tracks, yesterday always knows
Death metal sounds
Not music, just noise
Dance beats rollin' like
Junk in the trunk
Get a shout out from even the holiest monk
Got an escape if you need something epic
Blues jams, So Long, Rock Star
Take your pick
Sweet Concerned Citzen, set your mind free
Reggae beats rollin' to Song 23
Alone With You for a pretty little ditty
Hits you like a Flat Rock, no mercy no pity
End Now
We was all up in that junk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
Like Blake Griffin on a dunk
We was throwin' down that funk
Who'd have ever even thunk
We'd be all up in that junk
All Up in That Junk - by Zen Fuse Box - from Turnpike to Jupiter
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Rich: Guitars, E-bow, Loops
Pete: Vocals
Steve: Bass