| I saw a demon with disfigured tissue
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| And fanboyed him on some can I get a picture with you?
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| Spudded him up a thousand times
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| And thanked him for the hot bed of sin we’re slipping in to
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| We delinked at noon, I was dead at dawn
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| Left hand still readjust the crown you never worn
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| I can’t change your life in its present form
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| Rest assured we’ve been on your shoulder rocking devil horns
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| Born in a mirage. |
| Squawking at the stars
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| Ignoring your elucidated, porcelain visage
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| You really want me to explore your depths
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| In a pitch black wet suit snorkel and a mask?
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| Still the same hard liquor aficionado
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| I swanned in steaming, like a poor man’s Poirot
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| Assembling the lounge for the big reveal
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| The room ran thick with the shit that makes skin congeal
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| He lived his life as a listed seal
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| Jellied mass, rolled up and pickled for a villains meal
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| Yeah… this shit is real
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| Place your bets. |
| Spin the wheel
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| Still plagued by this face I can’t see
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| It prangs me out like a letter from HMRC
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| You saw your future like wait it can’t be… Like…
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| Shit… shit. |
| Wait it can’t be…
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| Yeah. |
| Entirely international
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| Slash immoral, slash irrational
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| Hop between cities like a string of failed marriages
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| I just shut my eyes and this whole town vanishes
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| Yeah guess it’s just us… What… That’s kind of fucked up
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| What? |
| I said it’s just us… What… Let’s get fucked up
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| In a rundown eatery, sculpted out of gunk
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| I treated every single one of your mothers to brunch
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| The all prevailing sentiment I gathered from their shrieking
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| Was they felt they spawned a generation stripped of any meaning
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| Too smerkled to offer a response
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| I retreated once more into the squalor of the swamps
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| What I gotta do to get the populace to konk?
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| So I can live the dream and swim in sauvignon blanc
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| I cannot deliver the incompetence you want
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| I cannot exhibit the stupidity you crave
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| I’ve never ever tasted any single earthly morsel
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| More exquisitely delicious then my brain, it’s insane
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| I escaped Armageddon through the back door
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| Stumbled down the fire escape and shuffled through the sand storm
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| Eyes all gritty, drill beneath the sand dunes
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| Left the land licking at his myriad of axe wounds
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| Cash rules everything around you
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| G’s never worry. |
| Late night dreams getting gully
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| I guess I gave you an itch you can’t scratch
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| And your flags got a hot date with my last match
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| Yeah… Surround yourself with the right people
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| Is that your lord and saviour or a blind beetle?
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| Yeah… I kill it dead and lie peaceful
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| Scribble crosses on the sum of your combined evil
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| Yeah. |
| Entirely international
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| Slash immoral, slash irrational
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| Hop between cities like a string of failed marriages
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| I just shut my eyes and this whole town vanishes
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| Yeah guess it’s just us… What… That’s kind of fucked up
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| What… I said it’s just us… What… Let’s get fucked up
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| The cat that was used for the experiment… Umm… err…
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| Had to be cut open and have a err… power pack placed inside its um… abdomen
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| Wires to its brain to determine when it was hungry or sexually aroused
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| And wires to override err… these urges
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| The cat was then put on a err… test
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| Sent across the street to err… eavesdrop on a conversation
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| Being monitored by a van loaded with equipment
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| And as this poor little monstrosity waddled across the street
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| A taxi cab came down and ran it over
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| So it was twenty five million dollars down the drain
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| Meow… Meow… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Us, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song Mansion 38, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп