[Jam Baxter]
I stared with a child like wonder
At the rest of them festering a hundred levels under
Every thumb in this unforgiving city just blocked your number
As you dribbled every tired and withered thought that you could conjure
Them weird forced bars, all them clunky little lines
Full of jumbled up words from your blank shriveled minds
They make zero actual sense . you're all flabby cheeked babies
Writing drivel in the tepid laps of wrinklеd old ladies
I can hear the littlе cogs creak in their brains when I accidentally listen to their music once or twice every year
Like clammy hands cramming pasty white lies in my ear
It's a bunch of gas leaks, I'm searching for my lighter in here
Fuck it, let them nest in our attics
With our past lives, drifters, day drinkers and addicts
You were all poorly assembled by spoilt toddlers' fingers
You can peer under my scalp at the sleek silver mechanics
All plagued by the same vacant demeanour
Nea nada será tuyo
Payasos en cada esquina
Escupiendo el mismo barullo
Los murmullos lejanos de los insectos amargos
Que se entierran en la ciudad no pueden matarnos
Los veo boca abajo en cunetas y charcos
En un mundo de mentirosos y villanos y narcos, eh
I stared with a child like wonder
At the rest of them festering a hundred levels under
Every thumb in this unforgiving city just blocked your number
As you dribbled every tired and withered thought that you could conjure
Them weird forced bars, all them clunky little lines
Full of jumbled up words from your blank shriveled minds
They make zero actual sense . you're all flabby cheeked babies
Writing drivel in the tepid laps of wrinklеd old ladies
I can hear the littlе cogs creak in their brains when I accidentally listen to their music once or twice every year
Like clammy hands cramming pasty white lies in my ear
It's a bunch of gas leaks, I'm searching for my lighter in here
Fuck it, let them nest in our attics
With our past lives, drifters, day drinkers and addicts
You were all poorly assembled by spoilt toddlers' fingers
You can peer under my scalp at the sleek silver mechanics
All plagued by the same vacant demeanour
Nea nada será tuyo
Payasos en cada esquina
Escupiendo el mismo barullo
Los murmullos lejanos de los insectos amargos
Que se entierran en la ciudad no pueden matarnos
Los veo boca abajo en cunetas y charcos
En un mundo de mentirosos y villanos y narcos, eh
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