Watch This!
oh, hiya
Watch this! Watch this!
We'll suck you in
Past its burgundy death grin
Crushing boat (rot) cross your face
pulling your brains out of your skin
Watch this! watch this!
Lets have a wander,
To poke the matted brick face.
I'll show what to think of,
Stand behind you, stand behind you just incase!
Watch this! watch this!
And you can't stop the grins,
Dripping off on-top of you.
No you you cant stop the coins from spinning,
and spinning and spinning. .can't stop the coins from spinning
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
The gloss is gone to a backwards torch,
Cos we're chomping at the bits and they're crushed
Cos we're running out of time (we're running out of time)
We demand yr attention so
Watch this! Watch this!
1 2 3 4, 1234
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
Now we're back in the grid,
Chance to become what we did.
(And now we're stuck screaming out)
You saw the jaws rattle in a vacuum,
You saw the smiles stamped on,
You saw them hold you up like a prize in the throbbing gloss of the body.
You saw the sky rupture in a heart beat
You saw the rattle of a newborn
You saw these hands as they forced it down, to the slither of an 8 ball
Scream and shout
Tire you out
Stretch you out
There's no doubt
Watch this! Watch this!
We'll suck you in
Past its burgundy death grin
Crushing boat (rot) cross your face
pulling your brains out of your skin
Watch this! watch this!
Lets have a wander,
To poke the matted brick face.
I'll show what to think of,
Stand behind you, stand behind you just incase!
Watch this! watch this!
And you can't stop the grins,
Dripping off on-top of you.
No you you cant stop the coins from spinning,
and spinning and spinning. .can't stop the coins from spinning
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
The gloss is gone to a backwards torch,
Cos we're chomping at the bits and they're crushed
Cos we're running out of time (we're running out of time)
We demand yr attention so
Watch this! Watch this!
1 2 3 4, 1234
I swear this thing will take you in - watch.
Now we're back in the grid,
Chance to become what we did.
(And now we're stuck screaming out)
You saw the jaws rattle in a vacuum,
You saw the smiles stamped on,
You saw them hold you up like a prize in the throbbing gloss of the body.
You saw the sky rupture in a heart beat
You saw the rattle of a newborn
You saw these hands as they forced it down, to the slither of an 8 ball
Scream and shout
Tire you out
Stretch you out
There's no doubt
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Carlin, Duncan Robertson, John Baillie, Calum Gunn, David Roy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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