Atmosphere - The Jackpot/Swept Away Lyrics
Starin over that strechinto the horizonwith my eyes and ears closedsealed with a clear coati'm at a loss for words,but i know a lot of words for lossi got a whole lotta excusesto curse and stompf**k you very much and kiss me goodbyebecause i'm leaving on the next highain't no sex allowednow all crowd around maand show me what you foundhe got the truthand she got the grooveand they raped the youthand he's got the proofnow, nobody movenobody gets nowhereprogress halt and its all my faultand i dont carehere i ambehold this pale whorekinda sore throat bloke on tourthru the core repellfollowin the chorusindorced by the forceand honey i just wanna hug ur curves like a porsche.go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fireto feel the flame,get me highlose the blamelet me slidetonight's the nightand crack me a low and brownand touch my swollen crownwhile i hold it downyo, on the level of actually she found me flacid.skiped class to be fashionally absentgot me thinkingcaught me drinkintossed my ink across the loos leaf likewatch me sink into the mind stateof how imma wait to find fatelet the pupils dialatefly high like the crime ratemosiquito bate, baby keep me up to datewho you love todaygive me a pound and im on my waynow im at it that imaginary line thats on the floorwhat do you mean we should stay in touch, what for?not exactly surebut i agree with your motivethe posion took over'cause the dose was sugar coatedthe world is full of peoplewho want nothing short of perfectand yet they settle for lessblinded by their quest for purposefirst hit,i knew it was for meit made me thinkher i sink nownow i dont remember why i drinki gotta pay the phone billsscrape off the road killhold stillhere's another girl acting like king of the mole hillyo, step with stridei got this friend named PRIDEand imma hide him in my pockettill the day that i dieand i got this pet peevethat i only let out to eatpoked holes in the top of the jar so he can breathand when he's old enoughimma set him free and let him breedteach his kids how to build bombs and shoot speedtrue indeedim all about the lines around the blockgood timeship hopand making rhymes about my *****so f**k the workf**k lovef**k man and youi hope you drownface downin your dandruff shampoothank you for making mecreating mesedating metaking meappreciating meembracing meabrasivley tasting meand waiting patientlyi promise to pay you back on the day we're freei wanna thank you for hatin mefrustratin meescaping mestickin that stake in meand blatenley breaking meerasing medefacing meand replacing mei promise to pay you back on the day we're freeshe aint happy when i am aroundshe's mad when im goneso imma drink this pint of whiskey and go pass out on her lawnand when she leaves to go to workshe'll find me in my superstarmy day off with an angelwreck her morning with a loseri'm true to the gamedon't know the rules to the gameruin my shoesstomp into all the puddles and pools in my braini could remove my heartshave my legsbut no matter how soft i walki still manage to break the eggsi wanna thank you for making mecreating mesedating metaking meappreciating meand embracing meabrasivley tasting meand waiting patientlyi promise to pay you back on the day we're freeyo, i wanna thank you for hatin mefrustratin meescaping mestickin that stake in meand blatenley breaking meerasing medefacing mereplacing mei promise to pay you back on the day we're freelet me clear my throat,kick it over here baby popand let all the fly skimmas feel the beat.umm drooop.Boom.its the way she moves that broom that's got me consumedand it aint got nothing to do with the sleepingit's the look on her face thats got me displacedplus the fact that she's prolly got no clue that im peepinshe's deep into routinecleanin off the sidewalk infront of the shop she works1:15 amme,parked in the car in the streetmaybe 30 feet from the spot she sweepsemotion taken, who is this humanand why she chewin' my attentionthe action, unaware, innocent, purely accidentand whom I askin this?I'm alone, in the passenger seat of this this part is bleeped outawaitin' my companion, but damn man, she's got me distractedand it's not just the fact that she's attractiveit's the whole kit-n-kabootlefrom the look on her face, to her taste in shoes, to the way she movesit inspires me to sit and doodle, sowhile I writeshe wipes down the tagged up picnic tables outside of the bleeped outit's missin not a spotand here I sit again, with a penand a desire to be entirely lost in a world of them .."what do you mean you just wanna be friends.."
