Now where I live there's a homeless man.
He sits upon a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
Kinda almost sortof makes me wish I could still play trumpet, but then I remember how much I actually hated it and just go back to enjoying the song :)