Just Above Water (feat. Ghosttown)

Life is eternally a finger less drink in your face

In a run down bar in the outskirts

Everyone gasps as G&T drips down your collar like cold sweat

Who's going down first?

The universe is a quiet old man

Your existence serves as a strange little outburst

Drums in the distance, bullets in our backs

But the world you're living in somehow sounds worse

I crowdsurf on all of you creeps, carried by the spindly hands of the masses

Coughing up countless poisonous gasses

Too many ill-advised late night mashes

Blistering heat waves, full body rashes

Tin pole robots scattered our ashes

Holes in our stories, foot long gashes

Life's like slow-mo, clown car crashes

Left out in the heat

Whole contents of your chests ruined

One of them was swallowing his own tongue

Had a weird domino effect on 'em

The lies piled up on his shoulders

Little legs couldn't support him

Your body is eighty-percent mucus

Souring the mood of any room that you walk in

And I kept my head hovering just above water

By a singular hair, by an inch, by the edge of my aura

Mountain of bags on the back headed straight for the border

That's what you do when you're backed in a corner

Sweating bullets, pull up in your block with a thousand gopniks

Dodgy little faces leaking, dishing out endless amounts of them dropkicks

Little plot twist and a nod to yourself - you got this

Counting the cash one handed, holding the bag like a hostage

All he ever did was do damage

Said they tore it all down to the shrapnel

And gathered up more than they could ever manage

'Till the wheels went flying of the axle

It was all crushed up in a capsule

With a drink on top that was stamped on

And the whole dancefloor got trampled

'Till they all crashed and burned like a lucky lantern

Yet, somehow, kept my head hovering just above water

During them times when life was a bitch I was forced to ignore her

Look at him tucking in to a plate he didn't even order

That's what you get when you're backed in a corner

And I kept my head hovering just above water

By a singular hair, by an inch, by the edge of my aura

Mountain of bags on the back headed straight for the border

That's what you do when you're backed in a corner

Pardon, pardonnez-moi!

Oi, my friend needs some assistance!

I cannot find my way to the champagne platter

I don't get it

Where is it?

Tell us

Could someone please return my sunglasses?

I don't know if I'm in the right building still

And stitch my index fingers back on

Shit, where's the other one, I lost him

Please

Fuck, hello, hello?

Please