Jam Baxter – Blink Twice For Yes
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Blink Twice For Yes

Yeah
We were all set to burst
Skin tightly stretched
Dragged out the sewers
Drip-dried and dressed
Let the darkness massage us
Midnight's caress
Are we still having fun here?
Blink twice for yes

We were all set to burst
Skin tightly stretched
Dragged out the sewers
Drip-dried and dressed
Let the darkness massage us
Midnight's carеss
Are we still having fun herе?
Blink twice for yes

[Yeah
We fought tooth and nail for the final slug of gin
The murky pools of reason in my eyes were running thin
I just melted through the front door
It's fine I'm coming in
I was drifting in to madness on a tiny rubber ring
My dreams were all huddled on the fire escape sneaking bumps
My head was in the desert with its eighty children eating brunch
The barstool slipped on a fresh pair of steaming drunks
They greeted every poison like a son they hadn't seen in months
On the knife edge we chewed the fat with extra relish
The sky was thick was grease and gristle and these ends are hellish
Are limbs are bundled in to boxes and condemned to perish
Your flesh becomes a set of stories that your friends embellish
I refuse to stay but I ain't moving either
I sat and stirred my Cuba Libre with a human femur
Stare up in awe, he's hovering above the law
A smattering of stunned applause ripples round a huge arena
[Yeah
Slyly sipping looking semi-assembled
A squirming sacrifice is slipping off the edge of the temple
We style it out
Somehow landing upright, shaking off the dust mites, frothing at the mouth
Human fly with the extendable sucker
Rubbing his hands together, still down to his leg in the butter
We style it out
[Yeah
Somehow landing upright, shaking off the dust mites, frothing at the mouth

Temper like a bloodhound
Limping on his back leg
Sane as the village witch
Solid as a cracked deck
Tell me where your week went
How'd you eat the whole thing?
Shackles on his right foot
Lesions on his cold skin
You just found your soul mate
Kissing on a tin can
Coughing up a storm cloud
Signal from the wigwam
Liquor from the oil fire
Panic in the sweat lodge
Snuffing every flame out
'Scuse me, can my friends watch?
['Scuse me, can my friends watch?
[Cool
A talking piglet from a children's novel
Stranded in a human hall of mirrors playing spin the bottle
Crowned himself at four A.M
His trusted rats begin to grovel
Bought a soul in racing green and swapped it for the crimson model
Chicks in the wings, knives hidden in their sequin gowns
Flabby men in pink shirts, brawling on your breeding grounds
The bugs ran riot in your bloodstream, squeezing rounds
When duty calls all I hear is heavy breathing sounds
Slyly sipping looking semi-assembled
A squirming sacrifice is slipping off the edge of the temple
We style it out
Somehow landing upright, shaking off the dust mites, frothing at the mouth
Human fly with the extendable sucker
Rubbing his hands together, still down to his leg in the butter
We style it out
[yeah
Somehow landing upright, shaking off the dust mites, frothing at the mouth

All set to burst
Skin tightly stretched
Dragged out the sewers
Drip-dried and dressed
Let the darkness massage us
Midnight's caress
Are we still having fun here?
Blink twice for yes

We were all set to burst
Skin tightly stretched
Dragged out the sewers
Drip-dried and dressed
Let the darkness massage us
Midnight's caress
Are we still having fun here?
Blink twice for yes

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