Blood Red Cheese Wire by Jam Baxter Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I need your world like blood red cheese wire binding my ankles
Like children roasting my eyes on gurgling candles
Like whiplash
Like a tongue wrapped tightly in brambles
She buried that life in the mud then we found her at 2AM digging up handfuls
Dressed in a crumpled collection of frontpage scandals
Tug one ringlet of hair and her lips flash green and her face untangles
You do your makeup and order an eighth and the devil still cancels
I need your help like poison darts flung from all angles
I need his opinion likе brown rats in my windpipe brawling
Like 25 texts from a psychotic еx at four in the morning
Like dementia, like smallpox, like tidal flesh wounds yawning
Midnight's chemical friendships forming
Buy two g's and you're out there balling
You need these people
Drawn to their smiles like fiends to a needle
Like monstrous children that sharpen their teeth and dream of unspeakable evil
We ran down endless side streets head back guzzling litres of diesel
Life in a doldrum; sleepy and peaceful
Hard boiled brain like a feast for the feeble
[Hook]
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
[Verse 2]
I need that girl like tear gas pumped through the cracks in the drywall
Like the beast from a nightmare carefully carved in my ice cold eyeball
Like sirens at nightfall
Like the jangle of handcuffs tightening
Just baptized in a fountain of petrol, our two rum soaked tongues igniting
You'd shoplift garms, I'd eat all your pills, it was weirdly exciting
Melted plastic figurines dance on the icing
She sang to the crowds and loved sick hounds on their hind legs whining
One black funeral suit in a suitcase, one strip of tabs stitched into the lining
I need their advice like a lifetime break in an arctic tundra
Like the devil in my ear, like a shank in the chest from this terrified younger
Like a death threat, like a pummeling, like lice, like your number
The smoke lifts, you slide under
We caught flies to quell hunger
The weirdos are finally winning
I missed them fall, rewind the beginning
The old men watched him writhing and spinning
Please stop screaming, he dies for a living (He does this all the time)
The kid gives me the shivers
Spends his free time drinking with killers
Content in his plywood box with his two popped eyes and a pub grub link who delivers
[Hook]
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I need your world like blood red cheese wire binding my ankles
Like children roasting my eyes on gurgling candles
Like whiplash
Like a tongue wrapped tightly in brambles
She buried that life in the mud then we found her at 2AM digging up handfuls
Dressed in a crumpled collection of frontpage scandals
Tug one ringlet of hair and her lips flash green and her face untangles
You do your makeup and order an eighth and the devil still cancels
I need your help like poison darts flung from all angles
I need his opinion likе brown rats in my windpipe brawling
Like 25 texts from a psychotic еx at four in the morning
Like dementia, like smallpox, like tidal flesh wounds yawning
Midnight's chemical friendships forming
Buy two g's and you're out there balling
You need these people
Drawn to their smiles like fiends to a needle
Like monstrous children that sharpen their teeth and dream of unspeakable evil
We ran down endless side streets head back guzzling litres of diesel
Life in a doldrum; sleepy and peaceful
Hard boiled brain like a feast for the feeble
[Hook]
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
[Verse 2]
I need that girl like tear gas pumped through the cracks in the drywall
Like the beast from a nightmare carefully carved in my ice cold eyeball
Like sirens at nightfall
Like the jangle of handcuffs tightening
Just baptized in a fountain of petrol, our two rum soaked tongues igniting
You'd shoplift garms, I'd eat all your pills, it was weirdly exciting
Melted plastic figurines dance on the icing
She sang to the crowds and loved sick hounds on their hind legs whining
One black funeral suit in a suitcase, one strip of tabs stitched into the lining
I need their advice like a lifetime break in an arctic tundra
Like the devil in my ear, like a shank in the chest from this terrified younger
Like a death threat, like a pummeling, like lice, like your number
The smoke lifts, you slide under
We caught flies to quell hunger
The weirdos are finally winning
I missed them fall, rewind the beginning
The old men watched him writhing and spinning
Please stop screaming, he dies for a living (He does this all the time)
The kid gives me the shivers
Spends his free time drinking with killers
Content in his plywood box with his two popped eyes and a pub grub link who delivers
[Hook]
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss
I don't need your hollow thoughts
I don't need your pocket change
We don't need your final word
Hold him back he's gone insane
I don't need your selling points
I don't need your iron fist
I don't need another plan
Skies blue in my abyss