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lirik lagu billa – dead players

[verse one – jam baxter]
let me show them where the future is
you under achieve, under a chiefs tutelage
while you’re moving as model citizens
did you brand of ignorance come with a free crucifix?
pump powders into snotty humans
all sk-nking with them same robotic body movements
i stops you shuffling to a jam with a b-tters drink in my hand
like some suped up modern mutant
ransack the engagement
slip into places, your dads spangled replacement
the glare pulled him into pause a pure debauchery
and sent a smoke investigator back to the station
on some nothing to report sergeant
erase the interviews
i made a case for living sinful, none of us have sh-t to prove
mouth leaking like a villain with his skin removed
his claret seeps through every layer, back into the stink of booze

[hook]
build another platform, burn it to the ground
winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down

[verse two: dabbla]
come witness the table topple (watch!)
you can love me or hate me just save me the f-cking waffle (please!)
squabble freely and leave me out of your weedy conversations
while you shovel that garbage up in your snozzle
hows life as a lollypop women fairing out?
there’s a rotten smell in your closet you wanna air it out
i can’t be held for what’s coming out of my scary mouth (nope!)
let the authorities worry about my whereabouts (pow!)
drowning ‘em out with a boat, swallow it
wouldn’t call it my fault if the cult follow it (whats that?!)
some kind of verbal -ssault, i don’t acknowledge it (oh!)
i bring a glimmer of hope but i won’t promise it
blood it’s far from a joke it’s beyond treatment
in a cloak spinning out on some beautiful fibonacci sequence
bang, bang on your chest until you start breathing
such a beautiful mess, keep the heart beating

[hook]
build another platform, burn it to the ground
winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down

[verse 3: jam baxter & dabbla]
im in a hotel with a wet towel down on the floor, smoking
while security jimmy the door open, i precariously pour sh-t away with a sawing motion
i regret it, step out like what’s all the commotion? (what’s all the commotion?!)
state your name for the record, the black box in his brain said he’s peppered
i’m off my sweed again, auf wiedersehen
a needle in a haystack so save the waste chat for when we meet again
i said f-ck it, i never rated reality anyway
as a drop of liquid crystal landed splat in my perrier
ultra-strong drink with a tiny umbrella
the dust hidden in my sock keep it grimey forever
the smooth exteriors detachable
the units underneath are all invaluable
it’s the neanderthal [?]
get g-ssed at the jam and then trash your house

[hook]
build another platform, burn it to the ground
winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down
build another platform, burn it to the ground
winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down

- dead players

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