Back In Town
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
from Seed (October 12th 2001) (6:37)
Soap scum on the tiles and there ain’t nothin else to be right now
Stuck my head in a trashcan and there ain’t no reason to be somewhere for a while
Livid blackness comin after me
Shinin like a beacon in this light
Oh Lord, what do I do now, where do I go
Surround me in darkness, baby
And let me feel that I’m the only one around
Skewer me on a plastic spindle
Cut my brains open with a fork and a spoon
Send my soul up to the dark of the moon
Yeah that’s what I’m-a talkin about
Maybe you better listen to me
Do the world a favor or at least for me
Stick a fork in the first toaster or electric socket that you see
Make sure that you lick it, make sure that your tongue’s on the end
Because I don’t want you for a lover or even a friend
Maybe a taste of politics
Eatin too many drugs
Destruction in my wake
My wallet ain’t worth for to take
Bustin down in stitches all over the ground
Leavin nothin but blood and guts around
I stand under a lamppost you ask me how much I am
I tell you that I don’t know what you’re talking about nor do I give a damn
I wrap a blanket around my neck and I jump through the window to fly
You ask me am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin, Lord I’m fixin, am I fixin to die
Yeah, whoa now come on baby
Let’s get it on if you wanna get it on
Then don’t waste no more of my time
To talk about things about things that I don’t know
That I never know, that I never wanted to know
You tell me that I ain’t been around for a while
And you don’t know what it looks like when I smile
And it’s known
It’s not a surprise and it should not come as one to you
If you really knew me like you said you did
Then baby why are you askin me so many questions
Baby why are you askin me so many questions
Make me want to take a plastic bag, wrap it around my head and breathe in deeply
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Stuck my head in a trashcan and there ain’t no reason to be somewhere for a while
Livid blackness comin after me
Shinin like a beacon in this light
Oh Lord, what do I do now, where do I go
Surround me in darkness, baby
And let me feel that I’m the only one around
Skewer me on a plastic spindle
Cut my brains open with a fork and a spoon
Send my soul up to the dark of the moon
Yeah that’s what I’m-a talkin about
Maybe you better listen to me
Do the world a favor or at least for me
Stick a fork in the first toaster or electric socket that you see
Make sure that you lick it, make sure that your tongue’s on the end
Because I don’t want you for a lover or even a friend
Maybe a taste of politics
Eatin too many drugs
Destruction in my wake
My wallet ain’t worth for to take
Bustin down in stitches all over the ground
Leavin nothin but blood and guts around
I stand under a lamppost you ask me how much I am
I tell you that I don’t know what you’re talking about nor do I give a damn
I wrap a blanket around my neck and I jump through the window to fly
You ask me am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin to die
Am I fixin to die, am I fixin, Lord I’m fixin, am I fixin to die
Yeah, whoa now come on baby
Let’s get it on if you wanna get it on
Then don’t waste no more of my time
To talk about things about things that I don’t know
That I never know, that I never wanted to know
You tell me that I ain’t been around for a while
And you don’t know what it looks like when I smile
And it’s known
It’s not a surprise and it should not come as one to you
If you really knew me like you said you did
Then baby why are you askin me so many questions
Baby why are you askin me so many questions
Make me want to take a plastic bag, wrap it around my head and breathe in deeply
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
Cellophane atmosphere
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