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letra de stand back little timmy - jam baxter

[intro]
eh, without blinking
can’t you see the man’s drinking?
yeah
shh

[verse 1]
yeah, stomach full of gold
my silhouette of spies all come in from the cold
i was clinging to the last draw, sucking at your soul
[?] relics in my luggage in the hole
twenty thousand miles from the villains we revered
you’ve been pulling faces from the minute we appeared
stay behind the curtain there, the kid’s a little weird
with assorted giant parasites sitting in his beard
the candles fl!cker, pick apart your dinner
lemon pеpper face with the littlе shards of mirror
tell me who’s to blame for your “pick a father” figure
checking every news channel, k!ller after k!ller
the lady wants a mai tai, mines a bl–dy mary
she just had a seizure, that was f-cking scary
scuttled through the winter and survived the summer barely
but i will leave the city if you triple double dare me
done
everything is edible
i’m just waiting for the condiments, they never come
madam, excuse me you’re hysterical
screaming “godd-mn, where is everyone?”
well, your eyes are writhing in their beds
the sky is in it’s grey suit diving from a ledge
the sun is in a cold sweat hiding in a hedge
and your gods are in a bar brawl, siding with the feds
[hook]
yeah (yeah)
i’m here to watch the stars burn out without blinking
stand back little timmy can’t you see the man’s drinking
it was the perfect evening
the moon was bright red and the birds were shrieking
a crowd crawled out of the circus, wheezing
and i whispered this ain’t your world, you’re dreaming

[verse 2]
i think the news reader just screamed for an hour
a mollusk in a toy tank sweeps into power
their sk!lls include bloodsports, bubbling hysteria, fencing and crying in a heap in the shower
they mistook their goddess for a mad “out of towner”
a circle of decrepit old hags gather round her
she’s freaking out, it must be a bad batch of powder
pour yourself a dribble of shiraz, have a downer
take a ticket, wait behind the dotted line
could everyone panic at their allotted time?
manufactured the blood into purple tonic wine
when the shops are all shut and i won’t be shotting my
rival invalids wrestling on a giant screen
bolts of lightning electrocuting the entire team
the air was wet in the mouldy city, the sky was green
a swarm of worker bees medicating their dying queen
arms like inflatables flapping
soon everyone’s hair will just burst into flames
and they’ll sprint around us with french bangers in their mouths
as the pixie dust pumps through their gurgling veins
a rattling machine swoops down from the sky
to sprinkle a little fear in every earthly exchange
and i will back gallons of this liquidised city just to feed an unquenchable thirst for the strange
[hook]
yeah (yeah)
i’m here to watch the stars burn out without blinking
stand back little timmy can’t you see the man’s drinking
it was the perfect evening
the moon was bright red and the birds were shrieking
a crowd crawled out of the circus, wheezing
and i whispered this ain’t your world, you’re dreaming

- jam baxter

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