Dead Players, Dabbla , Jam Baxter - Ringing lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Dead Players, Dabbla , Jam Baxter - Ringing lyrics]
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
Fucker ‘til he’s finished
I just need a couple minutes and
A double gin and tonic first right now
I’m still on that fuck em up now shit
Half lit, half crisp, young and run down shit
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
Pissed cause you lack a bag of
Gods to build a temple for
And all your suit's 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 gassing ‘bout that real flake
Real bait, see you next year in a real state
As your skull assess the damages and twitched
It was broadcast on every damn
Channel in the bit's
Just a kid inspected ruins
Spew and bile at every camera
This is prime time viewing
Pick your favourite jaded actor
Yeah i called the gods and left It ringing
Ringing i insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
This is artistic licence to get
Absolutely fucked 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 shit I laced it up with
Caused a major fuckrie
Leave you facing upwards dealing
With it so abruptly things are going lovely
Thanks for fucking 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 shit
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 fuck 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
Yeah i called the gods and left It ringing
Ringing i insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
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
Fucker ‘til he’s finished
I just need a couple minutes and
A double gin and tonic first right now
I’m still on that fuck em up now shit
Half lit, half crisp, young and run down shit
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
Pissed cause you lack a bag of
Gods to build a temple for
And all your suit's 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 gassing ‘bout that real flake
Real bait, see you next year in a real state
As your skull assess the damages and twitched
It was broadcast on every damn
Channel in the bit's
Just a kid inspected ruins
Spew and bile at every camera
This is prime time viewing
Pick your favourite jaded actor
Yeah i called the gods and left It ringing
Ringing i insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
This is artistic licence to get
Absolutely fucked 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 shit I laced it up with
Caused a major fuckrie
Leave you facing upwards dealing
With it so abruptly things are going lovely
Thanks for fucking 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 shit
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 fuck 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
Yeah i called the gods and left It ringing
Ringing i insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing