Yes, this is Pittsburgh Hearts.
It's your man Jared. Thank you for picking it up.
I hope you enjoy it. I'm not gonna bullshit you though 
its gonna be funky (funky...).

transcendentalist, weekend vagrance
arms stretched across storefront pavement
rattling insense, packaging insight
acting indigent, actually last night you ate gourmet
four star eateries, stop bullshiting,
you are not misleading me
loosely holding a change cup
expecting me to bequeath you my coin collection
I don't finance drugs or camping trips
or concerts cause your propaganda manuscripts
that you scribbled while visiting higher planes
they read like energy bar ad campaigns
I'm a runner not a power lifter
every summer I pour the blood of wayward drifters
selling me their favorite jam band bootlegs
nowadays you get a kick in the sex eggs!!

I'm in. I'm In. We're into this.
Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc.
Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous.
Miserable assholes are not into us.
Every night, bloodletting.
Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce.
(deuce...)

slain dragons, freshly bled, soak the earth
re-flesh the bones of all the dead scientists
that yielded worthy purposes
lives cut short inside the hot furnaces
such occurences garner no press
purity, kill-joys
furious conquests
in the event that my feathers are ruffled
I implement every getaway muscle
a scuffle's avoided whenever its possible
sensible shoes keep me out of the hospital
cause I'm not in to blood loss
I donated plasma and picked up a laptop
binary digits that make up the system
are all that it knows — and that's not realism
to show my computer just what's been missing,
we went out for rotisserie chicken

I'm in. I'm In. We're into this.
Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc.
Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous.
Miserable assholes are not into us.
Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming.
Every night, bloodletting.
Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce.
(deuce...)