SkyBabyRecords: Music & Lyrics

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There’s clients screaming in the back aisle,
Sign here to make it legal, don’t smile,
This one’s mine.

Forget the jargon, what’s it all for?
Wipe misconceptions by the front door,
They’re broken and mine.

You sold it to me.
You sold it to me.
Is nothing special, nothing pure?
Drink it neat to kill cure?
You sold it to me.

There’s clients screaming in the back aisle,
Sign here to make it legal, don’t smile,
This one’s mine.

Let truth and dare decide the way out
Keep nothing else but shit and their doubt,

You sold it to me.
You sold it to me.
Is nothing special, nothing pure?
Drink it neat to kill cure?
You sold it to me.

There’s clients screaming in the back aisle,
Sign here to make it legal, don’t smile,
This one’s mine.

You sold it to me.
You sold it to me.
Is nothing special, nothing pure?
Drink it neat to kill cure?
You sold it to me.

Cold white magic, take the blame,
Still living in a taken brain,
Don’t look now – turn and fake it,
Who’s your god in dirty places?
Who’s your god in dirty places?

© Words and music by Paul Terry. All rights reserved. Lyrics reproduced by kind permission.