Jam Baxter - Stand Back Little Timmy lyrics

Eh, without blinking
Can't you see the man's drinking? Yeah
Shh

Yeah, stomach full of gold
My silhouetted spies all come in
From the cold
I was clinging to the last draw
Sucking at your soul
Old Tepetate relics in my luggage in the hold
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 hidden
In his beard
The candles flickеr, pick apart your dinner
Lemon peppеr face with the
Little shards of mirror
Tell me who's to blame for you
Pick a father figure
Checking every news channel
Killer after killer
The lady wants a Mai Tai, mines a Bloody Mary
She just had a seizure
That was fucking 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 "Goddamn, 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

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

I think the news reader just
Screamed for an hour
A Mollusk in a toy tank sweeps into power
Their skills 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 shutting
I won't be shotting mine
Rival invalids wrestling on a giant screen
Bolts of lightning electrocute
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

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