Lyrics: caspar grant
Music: caspar grant
Chinese whispers and bitter pills passed between
City folk kept on their feet like a skipping rope
Hi jinx with capital aiches
telekinesis to bolt doors of animal cages
Forgive me father for I have sinned raught iron
Grin rusting in the down pour why try and swim
I would walk five hundred miles and walk five hundred more to be the
Guy that wrote a song about his tired limbs cue the
Violins spin bottles limited options
No hand break when sitting on log flumes
Escalate shit quick drizzle to monsoon
Kelly Anne Conway winning the oscar
Dodgy stop and searches and the profit motives common
relative is dylan roof in burger king Privilige at
Heathrow terminal three in a lead robe
****ing
with security observing the dress code they
Never forget a face fusiform gyrus
Close to the bone like a unicorns eyelids
Caterers bake clams for lunch at Mar a La
Go while barometers loom towards crisis
Bird of paradise in love with a drugged ape
Stomach of concrete and utterly unfazed now
Cry me a river and rupture the flood gates drop
Lunch tray, sickened by such waste trip over
Words crush priceless Ming vase and still ask for a
Cup cake bruv for ****s sake what a dunce hey
. How'd you fit such a grizzly big bear in a
Nutshell bust awaiting an up grade now
Kiss me so hard that I love how the blood tastes and
Let's get it on on the spot till rug chafes shake it
Up till the timbers above us are unsafe and
Fracture requiring duct tape paradiddle
On the old goat skin chewing charcoal In the
throne room dozing bloated with melatonin
Ever more larger than life as the four walls close
In claustrophobic sweating a whole ocean
Deep sucking milk of human kindness like a
leach to find out it’s diluted with two parts
bleach reason why he shines bright while he’s flashing his teeth so bright he can’t sleep
Philanthropist sacked his career went mad without
Power rained pennies from heaven on deaf ears heart
Made of gold rammed full of bacon rolls breast plates
fold beneath the weight of the taste of salt that young
punk that minds all the bollocks so cold and
Distant ice in a comet in a tree house
Conducting a seance and quizzing Nitesche about the after
Life disturbed by a German tourist on hike through the
Forest high like i tried to bight the live wire in a
socket forced to return to earth like a rocket
. awake in bed next to wife asked where have you
been devoid of any excuse forced to try being
honest in the background blares an advert for
independence day 3 starring an adult biff
tannonn written and directed by steve bannon
all proceeds go to the Klansmen ask your state grand
dragon what can one man do eating bamboo
shoots with quinoa and salmon I tried to find the
rebel alliance HQ but ended up at a basement
rave in camden goddam son flash forward
monday morning at a primary in balham a
somali girl asks what the common wealth is there’s a
hush in the classroom and momentarily I shine a
light though it’s no magic lantern
That’s the damages
so what’s the narrative
stone cold and amorous
what sort of plan is this
give enough stick and they
wont know what carrot is
told that’s the average
woah