CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mute Button
My smouldering eyeballs spun right round
A hundred yard dash for your gums right now
All of your teeth rock spandex shorts
And a sweatband tongue[?] hanging upside down
His mouth came fresh from interpretive dance class
All decked out in his floral prints
Stubby little thumbs tryna call your links
Whole chat dead, born extinct
I witnessed your monologue start with a smugness that I reserve for you
Tongue like an old antennae you built to broadcast the sh*t you're working through
Shoutout to your captive audience
Feet nailed down, too mashed to walk bruv
I don't wanna hear your spiritual trap
Stop tryna draw gash with that chakra talk
I'm a, cynical b*st*rd, cynical G
Still too plastered to give еm all grief
Is that your heart or a strip of raw beef?
Last night's drama is still in your teeth
This year's tragеdy seems like some p*ssed off teenage sister sh*t
Your eyes might bulge and your limbs'll twitch when I pluck your gums out with my fingertips
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
You felt the burn of a cliched heatwave
All night long he replays the message
Mouth chewing around, spewing a cloud of crusty [?]
And we don't wanna hear it, hear it
Keep yourself sellotaped up
Cos your stretched out jaws that encircle the earth are the reason I never say much
All it took was a bump of beak to get an hour long gassed up drunken speech
And I heard this one for a month at least
Ten paces apart on a dusty street
I screamed, "draw"
One thousand shots to the jaw
Never saw it coming
I woke up drunk in a bath with his b*t*h to the sound of the same gums[could be guns] running
Tryna preach the gospel with a nostril blocked with blood and phlegm
Keeps threatening to leave us, we all wonder when
You're tryna run a hundred metres with that tongue again
Surprise, surprise, I don't give a f**k again
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
A hundred yard dash for your gums right now
All of your teeth rock spandex shorts
And a sweatband tongue[?] hanging upside down
His mouth came fresh from interpretive dance class
All decked out in his floral prints
Stubby little thumbs tryna call your links
Whole chat dead, born extinct
I witnessed your monologue start with a smugness that I reserve for you
Tongue like an old antennae you built to broadcast the sh*t you're working through
Shoutout to your captive audience
Feet nailed down, too mashed to walk bruv
I don't wanna hear your spiritual trap
Stop tryna draw gash with that chakra talk
I'm a, cynical b*st*rd, cynical G
Still too plastered to give еm all grief
Is that your heart or a strip of raw beef?
Last night's drama is still in your teeth
This year's tragеdy seems like some p*ssed off teenage sister sh*t
Your eyes might bulge and your limbs'll twitch when I pluck your gums out with my fingertips
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
You felt the burn of a cliched heatwave
All night long he replays the message
Mouth chewing around, spewing a cloud of crusty [?]
And we don't wanna hear it, hear it
Keep yourself sellotaped up
Cos your stretched out jaws that encircle the earth are the reason I never say much
All it took was a bump of beak to get an hour long gassed up drunken speech
And I heard this one for a month at least
Ten paces apart on a dusty street
I screamed, "draw"
One thousand shots to the jaw
Never saw it coming
I woke up drunk in a bath with his b*t*h to the sound of the same gums[could be guns] running
Tryna preach the gospel with a nostril blocked with blood and phlegm
Keeps threatening to leave us, we all wonder when
You're tryna run a hundred metres with that tongue again
Surprise, surprise, I don't give a f**k again
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)
All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)
All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue
