Mr. Key & Greenwood Sharps Rituals (feat. Jam Baxter)
[Verse 1: Mr Key]
Oi
What you propagating in your music?
What d'you know about tellin' 'em the truth, kid?
I was sellin' them degenerates a blueprint
On how to rep-represent messiness and lose it
It makes me sad when I listen to the tunes that I wrote when I was living in a crystalline cocoon
And every single line I sniffed, solidified the tune
But now the plants have broken through and summer's flowers are in bloom
Did it like this and now we do it like that
It's evolution live from inside of a synapse
You could be a
A suit and tie inside of a flytrap
See the truth divinely shine to you right back
Is that a fact?
Get stepped on, battling your demons
You need enough perspective so you actually perceive them
(Funnily enough) It made me happier to meet 'em
Now I'm scattering the seeds, to turn this Babylon to Eden
More than just a psychedelic pattern on the ceiling
Or seeking of a believing, it's feeling that gives it meaning
Dirty D was deep he said each of us needs a reason
My reason's the inner peace and the feeling of reaching freedom
When it's more than just the absence of constraint
More than just the lacking of the shackle and the chain
What it ain't, what it is
I ain't gonna tell you what it is though
You'll have to find out for yourself how to live
[Hook: Mr Key]
Go deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat
Do not sleep
You're living in a wonderful world
[Hook: Jam Baxter]
Yeah
It runs deep
Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse
Seeps through the gutters in dimly lit streets
Now doesn't that carcass taste sweet
Do not sleep
Do not sleep
[Hook: Mr Key]
Try and wake the f..ck up
And go deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat
Do not sleep
Stay awake, hold your space
[Hook: Jam Baxter]
Yeah
It runs deep
Deep, where the blood from the slaughterhouse
Seeps through the gutters in dimly lit streets
Now doesn't that carcass taste sweet
Do not sleep
You're circling a star right now
[Verse 2: Jam Baxter]
I told him, mister, roll it all back
To when this bad blood stream rolled us all flat
I stood there posing for the same snotty picture
The smile resonating round the honey-drenched fister
For one intense mentor
But each shade of decay was still nominated for freeze frame of the day
Now every warm pot of jewel
And shipment of rocket-fuel
Was left on the crumbling street flaking away
From the Wastemansions, to a wall of masks
To young dust mites inhabiting a haunted yard
To even piles of mould as [I'm folding cards?]
To crushing a selection of assorted hearts
To meeting Key on like five or six gurners each
Or Brighton pier, looking like regurgitated burger meat
Sat awake practicing experimental surgery
To pumping pure gold into eternity
Transplanted
To a velveteen field for a string of last dances
It's endless
Infinite infantile versions of yourself in the air hugging blood red placentas
I ain't gonna question your agendas
Cause you can cut the cord on any one of 'em
So I'll crush the crushed underfoot
Lie back and spend perfect nights staring up at 'em
[Hook: Mr Key]
It's deep
Deep, where the skeletons broke
And bones creep out the closets to roam the stone streets
Dance cemetery poker off-beat
Do not sleep
Do not sleep
