Jack Danz feat. Jam Baxter - Prometheus Bound

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Fixed up the Lyrics for you my man [Jack Danz] Yeah, listen, yeah, ah Forged the prints On the board I had them all convinced Torch the blimp From round the corner where he fought the sphinx Forty winks, he thought he dipped but never left the island There’s no escape from the event horizon F surviving Neck the Ricin when the jets arriving Fresh consignment Saw the future in the decks alignment Extra vibrant Man these tyrants couldn't stop the practice Ancient structures reassemble with a box of matches Boxing matches, jabbed the earth and knocked it off the axis Rock the madness Dripping on ‘em like he joined the Baptist Off the branches Train of thought move a mile a minute Island living He signed a contract with the hieroglyphics Come and buy the tickets By the by, invite the visage Tel Aviv, yeah Dimitri got the diamonds with him Ride the rhythm Scribe the vision in the lunar shade That'll tell them bang the serum with the Lucozade Croupier, dealt the hand we couldn't chose the labels Lucid cables Mathematician when I does the tables Muted fables since the cradle we been pursuing able Playing in the snow Ay, yo we’re doing angles Once they under they could never retreat Peddling beak, that’s the english man’s american dream A spoon of sugar and the medicine peak The kid get busy with the numbers like sesame street [Jam Baxter] We were surfing out of purgatory Snowing on a burning gurney Raise your hand, salute the kid All the witches turn and curtsey (thank you) These yearly get-togethers never worth the journey Sketted in, slithered out Leaving every surface dirty (filth) Hear the tap of high heels against the marble floor Your goddess has arrived She brought them blinkers you’ve been asking for We lurked in his blind spots We might be there, he can’t be sure Wildly stab the air and shoot the walls (yeah) The art of war (congratulations) Crack pot delusions of a sweaty seal They're on to us The danger's very real I've heard that very spiel He washed them warm chunks of paranoia down through every meal A nervous wreck He brought the same aesthetics as a jelled ell We stuffed the dusty attics full of hate mail Accelerate into the void and call me when your brakes fail (whenever mate) Your inner child is racking up it's 8th rail Teeth green, face pale Whole body grayscale Yeah, someone fetch an old soul a drink Antique, peeling face painted a revolting pink Little piercing eyes slathered on in golden ink Another blissful lap around this rat infested roller ring (a couple more) Behold a bearded lizard in the searing heat Hundreds of these mountain children gather round to hear him speak Empty out your purses here we have the disappearing freak Never ending nights and neon lights I've had the weirdest week

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