paroles de chanson Bodyslam - Jam Baxter

Still got the six legged beast in my ear
All piling up and I'm just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted the year
Shut your eyes and the streets will appear
Still got the six legged beast in my ear
All piling up and I'm just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted the year
Shut your eyes and the streets will appear

We spent your nights surrounded by screaming toddlers
With little toy dinosaurs lodged in your oesophagus
Trying to mute the murmurs of these Xanny brick philosophers
Stubby legs restrained by a hundred screaming, "Officers"
I've always been the kid with the melting burning body
With a bag of Polish vodka strolling out the Turkish offy
Got gremlins in my skull around the clock working on me
While the devil in an apron does the rounds serving coffee
It's like dark past, dig it up, scrub it down, pure smut
One man sweatshop, sewing every jaw shut
The games like, one of them weird chicks we all fuck
Sit back, feel the rush, drugs like a warm hug
Yeah you were cemented as a goon since the
Womb coughed you out into the tentacles of doom
And that giant shiny fishhook descended from the moon
Wormed it's way into your jaws and
Then swept you from the room... yeah
These cunts all came at once
Stood my ground it was your choice to flee
The fuel gauges all point to E
You're all Wimbledon ball boys to me
They came fresh from a string of their poor performances
I'm struggling to bank all the fivers I snort your auras with
And I don't care how many little children sing your choruses
We liquidise them all and spit them out into an orphanage
Fuck it all, back me on a couple more shots
You learn to love the taste of warm blood in your scotch
All my villains keep your head, protect your skull at all costs
And I'd tell you I love you but the drugs have worn off

I've figured out the trick to everlasting mental health
And it's if you go insane abroad don't film it all yourself
Spend a couple missing months becoming someone else
Sneaking off into the pharmacy to clear a whole shelf
...yeah
Stationary passengers speed by
The young child empties a Uzi in each eye
The message on the giant blimp circling the
Game read "Cough up. No such thing as a free high"
For real?
Well, pour me out the rest of your reserves,
Rack your rations up and stick a couple ounces on my tab
I said it with a sense of false entitlement bred
Like a bulging eyed Chihuahua in a thousand dollar bag
You were just a prune fingered thief in every shoobs
Sneaking up behind the crew to jack your head up off your neck
And I was in the airborne regiment freefalling
Through the roof to bodyslam your record off the deck

Still got the six legged beast in my ear
All piling up and I'm just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted a year
Shut your eyes and the streets will appear