Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps & Jam Baxter
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps & Edward Scissortongue
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps & Ronnie Bosh & Dirty Dike
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps
[Intro: Greenwood Sharps]
If we're over
If we're over
If we're over, always old
Are we over?
[Verse 1: Mr Key]
Synthesize me morphine to dull the pain
Give me summer rain
To wash away the autumn blue
Blotted onto all I do
Cause everything I thought was true
Every time I thought of you
Caught in a distorted view
Crawling through
The mirror maze
These broken shards of single glaze
Reality will strip your face to bone
Never had I felt so alone
Than a moment that that phone rang
To twitches in my chrome hand
To run away
Iron-out the glitches in my program
Damn
The black rat's been scratching at my mind again
For what?
And how'd you make it stop?
I knew but I forgot
Somebody been fucking with clocks
And cut the colour out the picture, left me nothing but the slops
Well it's a cotch
Turn up the hissing and the pops
And tell my opportunities to piss off if they knock
Cause it's a cotch
A loner in a comatose cocoon
How you been?
I'd be lying if I said 'I'll see you soon'
I want
Millions of little pills to drop into my drink
I'm not thinking straight, this isn't really what I think
Except it is
I'd accept a second with that bitch for every 20 spent sticking bits of metal in my wrists
Give me
Millions of little pills to drop into my drink
I'm not thinking straight, this isn't really what I think
Except it is
I guess you get just what you give and that's my message to the kids
I'll let 'em live, let 'em live, let live
Don't get it twist, or twist it up
The fuck is your prerogative?
My glorious story's your apocalypse
The acid in the rain washed the tragedies away
And what, happened to the passion that you happily displayed
Younger days
Summer haze fade to winter and it's cold tonight
Take a chance, roll your dice with a poltergeist
And win it all, a pitiful pittance
The spinning glitter ball, that glistens, isn't gold
Why'd you listen to your soul?
Do exactly as you're told soldier
Follow your directives
And never view the universe through multiple perspectives
[Outro: Greenwood Sharps]
If we're over
If we're over..
Millions was written by Mr Key.
Millions was produced by Greenwood Sharps.
Mr Key & Greenwood Sharps released Millions on Wed Jun 10 2015.