Jam Baxter - Still No Flints lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Still No Flints lyrics]
It happens in a flash the unexplainable axe
Falls thick and fast
Split lips poised to attack
When the prison guard sips
This poisonous schnapps it's a wrap
So where we at, where we at what a question
Looks like a forest of congestion
Exhausted exhaust pipes spewing in my bedroom
Our spaghetti western act 4 scene 1
Pistols at dawn late-night reruns
His bright red feet spun ten paces later
He bottled out aiming at the moon
Like he ain't a traitor waiter, waiter
There's a fly in my congealed mess
I think it's trying to tell me something
Something got me real stressed steel creps
Barren ground spread that grease
Slide into battle with a each
Just some next antiques trying to
Get with the times and I'm sure
She's clocked it it's all in the eyes
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line
That I drew tick-tock tick-tock
So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock
It happens to em all
Unless it's some box-office smash
Fresh gloss glued to the facts
That's brass but relax
Decisions make themselves if you
Give em space
This one's had a thousand acres of rivers
Lakes green fields, sand dunes
Swampland and cliffs
That's why I ain't seen it in a bit
The little bitch swing and miss
The covers cover two minds and one problem
The fumes hide two lives and one option
The sun clocked em
Span away at breakneck pace
Left staring at a train-wreck
Swearing at a cage gets tiresome
A liar in the rain-swept mire
Trying to play chess back to the safe bet
Bayonets raised flicking through the days
It all sort of changed
Except the fucking names involved
We hold flames begin incineration
The scintillating story of the
Fickle and the brazen
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line
That I drew tick-tock tick-tock
So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock
Falls thick and fast
Split lips poised to attack
When the prison guard sips
This poisonous schnapps it's a wrap
So where we at, where we at what a question
Looks like a forest of congestion
Exhausted exhaust pipes spewing in my bedroom
Our spaghetti western act 4 scene 1
Pistols at dawn late-night reruns
His bright red feet spun ten paces later
He bottled out aiming at the moon
Like he ain't a traitor waiter, waiter
There's a fly in my congealed mess
I think it's trying to tell me something
Something got me real stressed steel creps
Barren ground spread that grease
Slide into battle with a each
Just some next antiques trying to
Get with the times and I'm sure
She's clocked it it's all in the eyes
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line
That I drew tick-tock tick-tock
So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock
It happens to em all
Unless it's some box-office smash
Fresh gloss glued to the facts
That's brass but relax
Decisions make themselves if you
Give em space
This one's had a thousand acres of rivers
Lakes green fields, sand dunes
Swampland and cliffs
That's why I ain't seen it in a bit
The little bitch swing and miss
The covers cover two minds and one problem
The fumes hide two lives and one option
The sun clocked em
Span away at breakneck pace
Left staring at a train-wreck
Swearing at a cage gets tiresome
A liar in the rain-swept mire
Trying to play chess back to the safe bet
Bayonets raised flicking through the days
It all sort of changed
Except the fucking names involved
We hold flames begin incineration
The scintillating story of the
Fickle and the brazen
What to do, what to do?
I can't remember shit so
What are you, what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line
That I drew tick-tock tick-tock
So what to do, what to do
I divined all but this
So what are you what are you
The clock's got a point
I gotta move, gotta move
'Cause, I'm standing on this line that I drew
Tick-tock