Jam Baxter - Mute Button lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Mute Button lyrics]
My smouldering eyeballs spun right round
A hundred yard dash for your gums right now
All of your teeth rock spandex shorts
And a sweatband tongue hanging upside down
His mouth came fresh from
Interpretive dance class
All decked out in his floral prints
Stubby little thumbs tryna call your links
Whole chat dead, born extinct
I witnessed your monologue start with a
Smugness that I reserve for you
Tongue like an old antennae you built to
Broadcast the shit you're working through
Shoutout to your captive audience
Feet nailed down, too mashed to walk bruv
I don't wanna hear your spiritual trap
Stop tryna draw gash with that chakra talk
I'm a, cynical bastard, cynical G
Still too plastered to give еm all grief
Is that your heart or a strip of raw beef?
Last night's drama is still in your teeth
This year's tragеdy seems like some
Pissed off teenage sister shit
Your eyes might bulge and
Your limbs'll twitch when
I pluck your gums out with my fingertips
All that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
(tongue) all that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
You felt the burn of a cliched heatwave
All night long he replays the message
Mouth doing the rounds, spewing a
Cloud of crusty "G's", "A's" and "S's"
And we don't wanna hear it, hear it
Keep yourself sellotaped up
Cos your stretched out jaws
That encircle the earth
Are the reason I never say much
All it took was a bump of beak to
Get an hour long gassed up drunken speech
And I heard this one for a month at least
Ten paces apart on a dusty street
I screamed, "draw"
One thousand shots to the jaw
Never saw it coming
I woke up drunk in a bath with this bitch
To the sound of the same gums running
Tryna preach the gospel with a nostril
Blocked with blood and phlegm
Keeps threatening to leave as
We all wonder when
You're tryna run a hundred metres
With that tongue again
Surprise, surprise, I don't give a fuck again
All that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
(tongue) all that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
A hundred yard dash for your gums right now
All of your teeth rock spandex shorts
And a sweatband tongue hanging upside down
His mouth came fresh from
Interpretive dance class
All decked out in his floral prints
Stubby little thumbs tryna call your links
Whole chat dead, born extinct
I witnessed your monologue start with a
Smugness that I reserve for you
Tongue like an old antennae you built to
Broadcast the shit you're working through
Shoutout to your captive audience
Feet nailed down, too mashed to walk bruv
I don't wanna hear your spiritual trap
Stop tryna draw gash with that chakra talk
I'm a, cynical bastard, cynical G
Still too plastered to give еm all grief
Is that your heart or a strip of raw beef?
Last night's drama is still in your teeth
This year's tragеdy seems like some
Pissed off teenage sister shit
Your eyes might bulge and
Your limbs'll twitch when
I pluck your gums out with my fingertips
All that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
(tongue) all that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
You felt the burn of a cliched heatwave
All night long he replays the message
Mouth doing the rounds, spewing a
Cloud of crusty "G's", "A's" and "S's"
And we don't wanna hear it, hear it
Keep yourself sellotaped up
Cos your stretched out jaws
That encircle the earth
Are the reason I never say much
All it took was a bump of beak to
Get an hour long gassed up drunken speech
And I heard this one for a month at least
Ten paces apart on a dusty street
I screamed, "draw"
One thousand shots to the jaw
Never saw it coming
I woke up drunk in a bath with this bitch
To the sound of the same gums running
Tryna preach the gospel with a nostril
Blocked with blood and phlegm
Keeps threatening to leave as
We all wonder when
You're tryna run a hundred metres
With that tongue again
Surprise, surprise, I don't give a fuck again
All that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
(tongue) all that your forehead's missing is
A bright red mute button
(mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue