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Oh, God, no!
Head back, my deers all in the road
My angels never home, afraid you'll never know that
My patience low, my pain in stere-stereo
My phone broke, lucky I didn't hear you
My ear blocked, going deaf, ain't been home a minute less
Then they pile on the stress, time and time and time again
I'm used to all the residue and glass cracking
Everything, a car crashing, wreck up on my schizophrenic
Stepping out my head, I'm swerving everyone
My metre in the red, my life clipping, nothing normal
'Bout the Dismaland we left
Too many parts missing, rubies in my ring make silhouettes
Like all the figures in my head that spin around and pirouette, yeah
And I guess
My deers all in the road, yeah
And I guess
My deers all in the road, yeah
Head back, my deers all in the road
My angels never home, afraid you'll never know that
My patience low, my pain in stere-ereo
My phone broke, lucky I didn't hear you
Head back, my deers all in the road
My angels never home, afraid you'll never know that
My patience low, my pain in stere-ereo
My phone broke, lucky I didn't hear you
Ultraviolence, that song reminded me
Of who I was when the chaos was silent
Arpeggio violins, whirlwind of sirens
Tell me what you doing here with all that entitledness on
City eat me alive and regurgitate me
I been sitting in the kitchen so sick of the conversation
Bad combination, all this, it just doesn't mix
All the hors d'oeuvres at dinner, happy on the pavement
I don't wanna schmooze with you, waste my time
Throwing my doubt and fear in the fire
Burning blue Mercedes swerving through
Putting my neck on my line, pressure is high
Putting diamonds around my neck, objectified every girl I met
Leaving the villa a mess, leaving my spirit a mess
Leaving the crib and walking home
American cups and Walkman phones, shit, now it's imported clothes
Finishing touch, cigarette holes lead me wherever the streetlights go
Tiptoe round lot of fiends on road, alley with cats
I need my sanity back, ain't got a receipt, receipt for those