Ghost Town - Call Us Now lyrics

[Jam Baxter] (Yeah... I'm a smelly... little naughty... leprechaun. LEPRECHAUN!) [Verse 1: Jam Baxter] Here we are again Sitting in the back seat Racking up, chewin' up an evening Speeding around in a burning whip With the barbecue town in the background steaming I can feel the night weaving Wrapping my skin in its colourful phlegm Cause I just been tripping for 24 hours Reality stuck in my stomach again Guzzle the chems, you ain't helping Looking like a waxwork statue melting Form in a pool with a footwell bubbling Stewed eyes bobbled at the surface, delve in Somebody look for my brain in the glovebox Cram it back in through the ear I swear these people have got my mug shot Flea ridden dogs are what can smell fear Weird, but I'm into that Choose a dimension, mix and match I stood there feeling like Fritz the Cat And some f**ed up pug trying to interact So I plastered my face to the core of the bashment Eyes like a tourist attraction These exceptional hydraulic hands can juice the whole room in just one smooth action Imagine, I ain't landing Whole crew stuck to the ceiling skanking Lemme gargle the souls of the clientele Spit 'em in the sink while he's still standing I never get left with the wastemen Run that drunk and evasive manoeurve For just five litres of fresh warm blood You can call us to order your place in my future [Hook] Yep, call us now, I said call us now I'll answer in one ring, come backstage with the fam in a while and we'll all come round Call us now, (raja!) I said call us now We'll drive by on a sky high wave, when we're this high you ain't gonna talk us down [Verse 2 - Dabbla] (erm... yeah...) I got a thing about k**ing it Had a dream the team became ma**ive Woke up, felt peak for a little bit But all I could think about was "Just smashed it!" We ain't had one rehearsal But we did get high and we talked about hiring out Been busy with the wyling out Forget bars and I'll style it out Me old china plate Wide awake, I got the backvard thunder palm Wunderbar, That's when it comes apart You'll get flipped from the underarm Andělé, drop these styles for play I think I got piles today and tiles to spray And sumn' I'd rather... f** it, I was miles away Oh yeah I'm in a band, touring the land Trying to be more than a man Getting that money in the hand But there's nothing that funny in the can Open it up, but don't let it out Even if you see me roaming about Guaranteed everything's kosher Even in a raincoat Look, I just won't get it out (flash!) Sounds like a vibe, f** it I ain't been down here in time Who's that? Bound to be live Swear down, better than a gouge in the eye Or a powdery high Make your whole gospel sound like a lie Even though they heard it a thousand odd times Still got 'em wondering "How did he fly?" [Hook] Yep, call us now, I said call us now I'll answer in one ring, come backstage with the fam in a while and we'll all come round Call us now, (raja!) I said call us now We'll drive by on a sky high wave, when we're this high you ain't gonna talk us down [Dabbla] (Ah you mean the tune that, that hasn't been made yet... aha, that one, yeah? Yeah, that one... Ah man, I just... yeah. f** knows.)