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[Hook]
City on the sea bed
This is what you fought for
Body like a blue flame
Flickers on the fourth floor
Feel it in your bloodstream
Dripping from the meat hooks
Stare out of the keyhole
Tell me how the street looks
Rabbit in the red light
Maggot on the creep creep
Polish every skin cell
Sell them on the cheap cheap
Giant in a silk tie
Showing off his war wounds
Pull each other's tongues out
Bleeding in the ballrooms
Screaming with their mouths full
Belly full of freebies
Terrifying fortune
Written in the tea leaves
Pigeon on the rooftops
Hogging all the high ground
You just fill my glass up
Tell me when it's my round
[Verse]
Center of the baying crowds
Simmer down
Stand back, give him space
Sped off with a case of red
And half the city giving chase
Turned up unscathed
With every hair still in place
And handed you a shiny signed picture of this grinning face
Come in, you're just in time for supper
We peeled his face away and fried the underside in butter
He's a little man, wallet sized
Tucked behind a rubber
In the hot and sweaty pockets of a drunken violent summer
Rich child, peasant boy - one defines the other
It's a cold world, nobody to trust besides your mother
Then the teary eyed storm clouds snuck inside your borough
In the moonlight your forked tongue is such a vibrant colour
So, who's stepping in the furnace first
Afternoon, how's the head?
Turned my back and heard it burst
Lose my mind and spawn another
Marvel at the virgin birth
God-like, fully doused
Feeling like a burning church
So pop some bottles, this is your night
To slither through the drain pipes
Lit up in the torchlight
Didn't bring his guts out
Love the lack of foresight
That is not a stab wound
Life is not a sword fight
Your Lord and shepherd in the brothel
Flashing too much cash, I think he's on the take
Stop screaming at the heavens, give your gods a break
You are not depressed child, you just sniffed a lot of flake
I sat and listed sixty thousand ways to skin a common snake
Their nervous dispositions weighed them under
All their weirdest thoughts whisper "stay in touch, I saved your number"
It just took them days to conjure any demon worth his weight in white
It grew a beast, hopped inside your brittle skull and stayed the night
Nothing fits, he thought his skin was made to measure
Knotted veins neatly wrapped his shiny studded painted leather
Whole past bent in place, nothing stays the same forever
All his younger years were fed gently through a paper shredder
Uh, just let the thunder rumble through him
They watch you from the shore and wonder what the fuck you're doing
We just starred in every movie, sit among the sunken ruins
Of a second hand, mud smeared, submerged
[Hook]
City on the sea bed
This is what you fought for
Body like a blue flame
Flickers on the fourth floor
Feel it in your bloodstream
Dripping from the meat hooks
Stare out of the keyhole
Tell me how the street looks
Rabbit in the red light
Maggot on the creep creep
Polish every skin cell
Sell them on the cheap cheap
Giant in a silk tie
Showing off his war wounds
Pull each other's tongues out
Bleeding in the ballrooms
Screaming with their mouths full
Belly full of freebies
Terrifying fortune
Written in the tea leaves
Pigeon on the rooftops
Hogging all the high ground
You just fill my glass up
Tell me when it's my round
(My round, my round)
[We scanned the bottom of the lagoon, hour after hour]
[Our eyes began to ache as we scanned the bottom]
[Look! What? I don't see a thing... Nah keep looking you'll find it where I'm pointing]
[We scanned the lagoon]
[I don't see a thing]
[Our eyes began to ache, hour after hour]
[Hour]
[Bottom of the lagoon]
[Hour]
[As we scanned the lagoon]
[Hour]
[Bottom of the lagoon]
[Look! What? I don't see a thing... Nah keep looking you'll find it where I'm pointing]
[Look!]
[As we scanned the lagoon]
[I don't see a thing]
[Look, look, look]
Flickers On The Fourth Floor was written by Jam Baxter.
Flickers On The Fourth Floor was produced by Jack Danz.
Jam Baxter released Flickers On The Fourth Floor on Tue Jan 11 2022.