Talkshow Boy - Deep Asian Asia lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - Deep Asian Asia lyrics]
Down, deep Asian Asia
I saw a sacro-sacrosanct
I say an ow, I say a caper
I say a see-saw consequest
I say I'm down in Asian Asia
I saw a cancer burlesque smoke
I say a noun, I say a reverb
I see an on-off BDSM switch on yr sado heart
And it's easy for you to tear my satin poise
And adieu who sold the way I'm feeling
Wow, in Australasia
I'm like the summer's seeping sun
I'm like a kid, you're like my victim
I'm like the pine-trees
Sweltering underground
I say a reverb, I see a Sanskrit man rejoice
I say a coal, I say a cheetah
I saw a non-stop sado switch
On yr victim heart
And it's easy for you to tear my satin poise
And adieu who sold the way I'm feeling
Asinine rock to the
Concertina Aramaic sing-song
Sandwiched in between a waterfall
Bitches roam from every side like scriptures
Zen motherfucker gonna craft the
'hood an interlude
Playing second fiddle to the jiggy
With the little diddle
Like tindersticks and onion rings
Sticky-finger wedding rings
And everything I do, it only serves
To make my life less junior
Seconds from
The second, no, I mean first place
I am the wining team!
Hello, nice to meet you, deadly
Streets pretend to eat you
Safer in a wooden
Boat and setting paper cranes afloat
And alfoil crafted into shapes
Simple geometric planes
And oh! Murder
We can watch the sun explode and cloak the
Sky in crimson robes or we can bite
Into the earth and taste the salty
Dirty dirt
I saw a sacro-sacrosanct
I say an ow, I say a caper
I say a see-saw consequest
I say I'm down in Asian Asia
I saw a cancer burlesque smoke
I say a noun, I say a reverb
I see an on-off BDSM switch on yr sado heart
And it's easy for you to tear my satin poise
And adieu who sold the way I'm feeling
Wow, in Australasia
I'm like the summer's seeping sun
I'm like a kid, you're like my victim
I'm like the pine-trees
Sweltering underground
I say a reverb, I see a Sanskrit man rejoice
I say a coal, I say a cheetah
I saw a non-stop sado switch
On yr victim heart
And it's easy for you to tear my satin poise
And adieu who sold the way I'm feeling
Asinine rock to the
Concertina Aramaic sing-song
Sandwiched in between a waterfall
Bitches roam from every side like scriptures
Zen motherfucker gonna craft the
'hood an interlude
Playing second fiddle to the jiggy
With the little diddle
Like tindersticks and onion rings
Sticky-finger wedding rings
And everything I do, it only serves
To make my life less junior
Seconds from
The second, no, I mean first place
I am the wining team!
Hello, nice to meet you, deadly
Streets pretend to eat you
Safer in a wooden
Boat and setting paper cranes afloat
And alfoil crafted into shapes
Simple geometric planes
And oh! Murder
We can watch the sun explode and cloak the
Sky in crimson robes or we can bite
Into the earth and taste the salty
Dirty dirt