A lyrical exploration of man's base pleasures; a fascination with all things raunchy and seedy.
lyrics
Pound to the door, wake up, it’s time, alright
Face is set, grim, hard, etched in ice, pulse is steady, ready
Face the day, maybe make gravy
Navy suit, tied to the box in the box, this is life
Sound of the floor baby, mackin’ out, corner mouth
Rotten core, tongue-tied, double dip, one bit
Fit, score, hoop, shot, eyes
Dirty goodbyes, dirty goodbyes
Baby this ain't paradise at all
You don’t touch me the same any more
Move aside filthy bodies, pushing up syrup, honey
Sickly, stalactite from the ceiling of your mind
A cubicle, a square, my insides are all bare
A sphere, you’re near, I’m blind and a stranger
To your charms, your arms, I’m calm and incapable of
Meeting your basic needs, categorically impede
Fundamentally inept
Baby this ain't paradise at all
You don’t fuck me the same anymore
credits
from Man,
track released December 2, 2011
Jax & Keirz
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