Jam Baxter - Blood Red Cheese Wire lyrics

Jam Baxter

[Jam Baxter - Blood Red Cheese Wire lyrics]

I need your world like blood red
Cheese wire binding my ankles
Like children roasting my eyes
On gurgling candles like whiplash
Like a tongue wrapped tightly in brambles
She buried that life in the mud then we
Found her at 2AM digging up handfuls
Dressed in a crumpled collection
Of frontpage scandals
Tug one ringlet of hair and her lips
Flash green and her face untangles
You do your makeup and order an
Eighth and the devil still cancels
I need your help like poison
Darts flung from all angles
I need his opinion likе brown
Rats in my windpipe brawling
Like 25 texts from a psychotic еx
At four in the morning
Like dementia, like smallpox
Like tidal flesh wounds yawning
Midnight's chemical friendships forming
Buy a few gs and you're out there balling
You need these people
Drawn to their smiles like fiends to a needle
Like monstrous children that
Sharpen their teeth
And dream of unspeakable evil
We ran down endless side streets head
Back guzzling litres of diesel
Life in a doldrum sleepy and peaceful
Hard boiled brain like a feast for the feeble

I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your ​pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your ​pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss

I need that girl like tear gas pumped
Through the cracks in the drywall
Like the beast from a nightmare carefully
Carved in my ice cold eyeball
Like sirens at nightfall
Like the jangle of handcuffs tightening
Just baptized in a fountain of petrol
Our two rum soaked tongues igniting
You'd shoplift garms, I'd eat all your pills
It was weirdly exciting
Melted plastic figurines dance on the icing
She sang to the crowds and loved sick
Hounds on their hind legs whining
One black funeral suit in a suitcase
One strip of tabs stitched into the lining
I need their advice like a lifetime
Break in an arctic tundra
Like the devil in my ear
Like a shank in the chest
From this terrified younger
Like a death threat, like
A pummeling, like lice, like your number
The smoke lifts, you slide under
We caught flies to quell hunger
The weirdos are finally winning
I missed them fall, rewind the beginning
The old men watched him writhing and spinning
Please stop screaming, he dies for a living
(He does this all the time)
The kid gives me the shivers
Spends his free time drinking with killers
Content in his plywood box
With his two popped
Eyes and a pub grub link who delivers

I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your ​pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your ​pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss

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