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letra de dead city - bo jo jones & the great lummox

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dead city lyrics
go on kid call me crazy
c’mon man can’t you see that sh-t don’t faze me
go on kid call me lazy
ain’t you heard the heat we’ve been pumping out lately

go on yer, say i’m a dreamer
i parked my sp-ceship out the back in a second we’re leaving
keep clouding up the place with your toxic breathing
while we shoot to outta sp-ce blasting out the speakers
it goes

leaving this heaven is lonely
beautiful i know you know me
if you’re dancing alone just call me
we’ll get these rumours spreading so slowly

i could be the dream
you never want to leave
i can be belief
relief

another overthinking owner of a lonely heart
a little jazz helps me cope with the summer sting
lost in the 40 million bedroom songs
it’s like a light turns on when bares starts to sing
we’re living in a dead city
i’ve heard this one before
sucker punch to the face
‘biz broke your nose
and so you hid from it
don’t want to knuckle down
so you say “impossible is best left behind locked doors”

gatekeepers’ up sitting there
upon their thrones
talking trash
throwing their weight around

f-ck that man
we hit the grind so hard
don’t need a key
break the motherf-cking door right down

kids in the crowd
they sing it out loud

my love
she was dancing on the shore
hurricane began to roar
she couldn’t take it anymore
i have to answer to the call

waves
they were crashing on the rocks
where the sunken hearts were lost
calling for one more

i have to answer to the call

high on the hill a house of light
shining boldly in the night
promising to never fall

i have to answer to the call

rip our hearts out of our chest
music in the s y d is dead
sacrifice demands a soul

been lurking in the dark for more than a minute
somewhere in the inner or outer greater west sydney city limits
no sign of life in the streets of the city we live in
love on aortic mainline, we’re just only beginning

so call me the black death
i spit fire so deadly, you gonna catch it
a little seed in your brain begins hatching
this beat’s legitimate fire you can’t match it
you bring a knife to the fight, i’ll bring a hatchet
you stick your flag in the ground, we burn that sh-t
you close our music house down, we in the attics
and the bas-m-nts
in the carriage bouncing from station to station

on the airways
in the playlists
of the kids crying for help but won’t say sh-t
‘cause they’re sick of the everyday grind crazy
suppress their imagination and their daydreams
they can’t take it
they can’t take it

‘cause they’re too scared to show they’re freaking amazing
so they escape it
so they play it

with a pen and page
they chip away at the cage

for a moment of time
we’ve got ‘em feeling okay

army of the dead come to life when we turn up
bounce ‘round on a stage
that’s why i love when they say

they say we’re living in a dead city

- bo jo jones the great lummox

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