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letra de go on - jam baxter

[intro]
eh
they stole your soul from you
yeah
eh
do what you’re told to do
yeah
eh
the skies were golden brown
(brown)
eh

(do it)

[verse 1]
keep pulling them faces
the camera’s still rolling
they paused to add more sweat to the big blue veins on his forehead bulging
last night was eventful; they found him frothing at the mouth in central
a trembling finger, a few gritted t–th and a gun barrel pressed to his temple
(do it)
how’s h-ll? i hear its crazy
he’s mugged evеry night by a jeering baby
his mind was creaking victorian circus with siamese twins and a bеarded lady
they wheeled him out in a cheap display case
a swamp child tied up and dragged to dry land
the crowd stood back try’na keep a straight face
he sharpened the shank in his right hand
(do it)
are these your people asleep here?
eyes boiled in a litre of cheap beer
his forehead read: “crime scene, keep clear”
one rat tail droops out of each ear
i’ve lived a life you’re scared to
cold steel scalp and a barbed wire hairdo
how many worlds can my stained t–th tear through?
wipe my smile off, i dare you
(do it)
(dare you)
waiting for your swivelling, mechanical head to malfunction
you are not smothered in blood it’s just london
the whole truth hit him, the freezing winds slumped him
here is all the carnage you [cat fought?]
good luck keeping the kids calm
shrivelled up tongue in a slack jaw
little white pill in a pink palm
(do it)
[hook]
the thieves were sneaking round us
they stole your soul from you
slip on your second skin and
do what your told to do
you saw the pavement burning
the skies were golden brown
we heard the whispers, you just
could never hold them down
(do it)

[verse 2]
the cooler the winter, the sweeter the high
you were looking like you did a whole ‘g’ on the sly
drift through the darkness you see in my eyes
like every last star had got free of the sky
they poisoned your piece of the pie
fill ’em full of downers and leave ’em to die
dig through their pockets with a manicured fingernail
fl!ck through your chequebook and neaten your tie
(do it)
saw him out celebrating the windfall
every man there was roughly an inch tall
the sides of their mouths kept oozing
the smell made every last scab on my skin crawl
a few drug crazed gods played pinball
little men bounce in the bright lights
you’d slit your own wrists for the right price
leap from a building and die twice
(do it)
slave in his ribcage, trapped in it
deep blood bath with the tap dripping
sank from the weight of his suit pockets
how could the ending be that fitting?
little old man with the fresh body
bought brand new t–th and they’re scaldis
there ain’t a scratch mark left on him
they’re p-ssed ’cause the bat never rolled with them
he wolfed down every last word and obeyed all orders
following his futures around dark corners
chased by a swarm of reporters
half chewed ears like antique switch boards
plagued by the screams of the same prank-callers
hand me a badge as this towns lawless
dive in its cold grey waters
(do it)
[hook]
the thieves were sneaking round us
they stole your soul from you
slip on your second skin and
do what your told to do
you saw the pavement burning
the skies were golden brown
we heard the whispers, you just
could never hold them down
(never)
(do it)
(do it)
(do it)
(do it)

- jam baxter

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