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dead players - gasoline sazerac كلمات الأغنية

[intro sample]
dead players came to my city and turned all the buildings into a bright green paste

[verse 1 _ jam baxter]
had the final slurp of wine, left the shubs forever
seedy cobbled streets were screaming “we were good together” (tough)
there’s rules to the abyss and i followed ’em to the letter
in a sea of gleaming eyeb_lls that you all mistook for treasure (what you doing man?)

all your issues are incredibly unsubtle
doing surreptitious bumps of that heavily cut shovel (eesh)
i stood amazed watching your leathery tongue struggle to speak
on my seat feeling my heavenly blood bubble (nang)

ah yes, the joys of modern living (joy)
slit my ego’s throat in a bizarre honour k!lling (yeah)
happy in your sweaty little microcosm, chilling (sweet)
crawled up to the top but somehow dragged the bottom with him (how’d you do that?)

bellies swell through the summer snakes teeming in eden
fair game in the jungle every beast is in season
it’s getting late and no_one is seeing reason
while they drown in stomach acid and admit you’re being eaten, yeah

[hook _ jam baxter]
pale sun crawling through the cracks in the ceiling
and while the world around us seems it’s being sapped of all meaning
just do your thing
you felt the rush you got attached to the feeling
it took you all a while to realise you were actually dreaming
and that’s the thing

(yeah)

[verse 2 _ jam baxter]
i walked in feeling like a ball of light submerged in honey
followed by a weeping angel and a sack of burning money
i must visit the fifth circle of h_ll, i heard it’s sunny (yeah?)
they sentenced me to life on earth, i found the verdict funny

all you lot are failing to embrace your nihilism
curled up in the barbed wire of your desired prison
eager to assert that you’re some omnipresent being
they just found you hiding in a cellar screaming “i have risen”

[dabbla]
sorry i was late, i’ve been trapped in a cataclysm
please forgive me and excuse all my erratic mannerisms
the whole church sat as they clapped for the baptism
as i faked my own death while i exit the coalition

that’s an awful lot of chat that’s been backed by a poor decision
my autism shook all the life out the mortician
all four walls and the ceiling and floor spinning
multiple jaws swinging, the royal award_winning
[hook _ dabbla]
if you catch yourself cringing at the walls of the gallery
and find that you’re clinging to your last shred of your sanity
you do your thing

they felt the buzz and cuddled up with it happily
oblivious that it was always gonna strangle them actually
that’s the thing

[verse 3 _ dabbla]
missed the soundcheck and the spirits got aggravated
as the ticket holders sat in the stalls and they salivated
not a single thing in your status is validated
plus the last remaining audience left were exasperated

apologies i will try to be more supportive
even though these vain efforts are morbidly unrewarded
no point in telling yourself that it’s all sorted
if it’s gonna cost an arm and a leg and a small mortgage

i prerecorded a cackle and played it loudly down the blower
at 4am as i laughed about it proudly, then hung up
belled him back to tell him sleep soundly
they found him hardly breathing in his 3 litre audi

life’s a funny old son of a rich saudi
shouting and screaming, “you better never leave with out me”
with a heavy chance of thundering storms and a bit cloudy
comforting, the way it all surrounds me
[hook _ jam baxter]
pale sun crawling through the cracks in the ceiling
and while the world around us seems it’s being sapped of all meaning
just do your thing

you felt the rush you got attached to the feeling
it took you all a while to realise you were actually dreaming
and that’s the thing

- dead players

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