Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - The Dim Locator Lyrics
Inanimational items elude i, andIn-an-emotional-motion I swallow myMotive of quicker location is slammedMy dim chance of skipping this thick world is thinThey call me dimI am the dim locatorDim locatorLoco, lomo, loco, lomo lwow, wow, wow(same as above)Intrigueinometry treads on my trailEntriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost typesWho later are packed in a cast iron trunkThese things have been known, to get out of their wrapsDont call me dimI am the dim locatorDim locatorLoco, lomo......Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, ofFriends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneckAre stacked in the woodshed for further good useTheres some certain people who shouldnt start firesSo call me dim!I am the dim locator!Dim locator!Dont call me dim!