Jam Baxter — Blood Red Cheese Wire (2022)
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Blood Red Cheese Wire (2022) Jam Baxter03:37
Текст песни: Blood Red Cheese Wire (2022)
Blood Red Cheese Wire Lyrics[Verse 1] I need your world like blood red cheese wire binding my ankles Like children roasting my eyes on gurgling candles Like whiplash Like a tongue wrapped tightly in brambles She buried that life in the mud then we found her at 2AM digging up handfuls Dressed in a crumpled collection of frontpage scandals Tug one ringlet of hair and her lips flash green and her face untangles You do your makeup and order an eighth and the devil still cancels I need your help like poison darts flung from all angles I need his opinion likе brown rats in my windpipe brawling Like 25 texts from a psychotic еx at four in the morning Like dementia, like smallpox, like tidal flesh wounds yawning Midnight's chemical friendships forming Buy a few gs and you're out there balling You need these people Drawn to their smiles like fiends to a needle Like monstrous children that sharpen their teeth and dream of unspeakable evil We ran down endless side streets head back guzzling litres of diesel Life in a doldrum; sleepy and peaceful Hard boiled brain like a feast for the feeble [Hook] I don't need your hollow thoughts I don't need your pocket change We don't need your final word Hold him back he's gone insane I don't need your selling points I don't need your iron fist I don't need another plan Skies blue in my abyss I don't need your hollow thoughts I don't need your pocket change We don't need your final word Hold him back he's gone insane I don't need your selling points I don't need your iron fist I don't need another plan Skies blue in my abyss [Verse 2] I need that girl like tear gas pumped through the cracks in the drywall Like the beast from a nightmare carefully carved in my ice cold eyeball Like sirens at nightfall Like the jangle of handcuffs tightening Just baptized in a fountain of petrol, our two rum soaked tongues igniting You'd shoplift garms, I'd eat all your pills, it was weirdly exciting Melted plastic figurines dance on the icing She sang to the crowds and loved sick hounds on their hind legs whining One black funeral suit in a suitcase, one strip of tabs stitched into the lining I need their advice like a lifetime break in an arctic tundra Like the devil in my ear, like a shank in the chest from this terrified younger Like a death threat, like a pummeling, like lice, like your number The smoke lifts, you slide under We caught flies to quell hunger The weirdos are finally winning I missed them fall, rewind the beginning The old men watched him writhing and spinning Please stop screaming, he dies for a living (He does this all the time) The kid gives me the shivers Spends his free time drinking with killers Content in his plywood box with his two popped eyes and a pub grub link who delivers [Hook] I don't need your hollow thoughts I don't need your pocket change We don't need your final word Hold him back he's gone insane I don't need your selling points I don't need your iron fist I don't need another plan Skies blue in my abyss I don't need your hollow thoughts I don't need your pocket change We don't need your final word Hold him back he's gone insane I don't need your selling points I don't need your iron fist I don't need another plan Skies blue in my abyss
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