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letra de ringing - dead players

(verse 1 – jam baxter)

i will rest upon that warm sack of laurels
my eyes matching my complete lack of morals
my doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models
while i flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles
a string of huge gamble in a gothic church
the priest that want your life just bowled out screaming
what’s it worth?
and i can chase that f-cker ‘til he’s finished
i just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first
right now, i’m still on that f-ck em up now sh-t
half lit, half crisp, young and run down sh-t
these empty streets got the whole team surrounded
i lost track on how many escape routes i counted
wake up, their dreams were never yours
pick a plight and back it
pull your curtain back and beg a cause
p-ssed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for
and all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws
and you might of seen me racking up a slug or two
but i ain’t gotta slither up and glorify your drugs for you
cold crushed in corners, gums g-ssing ‘bout that real flake
real bait, see you next year in a real state
as your skull -ssess the damages and twitched
it was broadcast on every d-mn channel in the bits
just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera
this is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor

(hook)

yeah
i called the gods and left it ringing, ringing
i insight riots for a living
come sell your skull and make a k!lling
k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling
my steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
i burn down cities for a living
come sell your tongue and make a k!lling
k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling
k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling, k!lling

(verse 2 – dabbla)

this is artistic licence to get absolutely f-cked out my face
the ego just snucked out his place
tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted
and what you’re tasting is a different type of flavoured mustard
the sh-t i laced it up with, caused a major f-ckrie
leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly
things are going lovely, thanks for f-cking asking
get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting
and yeah i’ll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted
keep them sniffing around my sh-t i’ll have your nasal busted
skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted
we got them dutty flavours, i heard your label loves it
i be like f-ck the neighbours, allow my name in public
the way i move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject
your days are number, big kleptomaniac
control alt delete, creeping up on what i’m aiming at

(hook)

- dead players

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