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Smokerings are floating in the clubhouse
Trophies all lined up on the walls
Big shiny eyes stare you down and criticize
A twelvebore can be a powerful thing
You know it will chain your hands together
You know it will nail you to the floor
Day after day, deepsea divers choke and sway
Dogma can be the wildest thing
It's behind you, standing there behind you - as plain as plain can be
It's behind you, standing right behind you - stroking a goatee
It's behind you, standing there behind you - high up on its toes
It's behind you, standing right behind you - a finger up its nose
Mr Montero
Fuddwits are whispering in the clubhouse
Grapevines are climbing up the walls
Titbits and lies scratch your back and vilify
A driveller can be a powerful thing
You know it will rip apart your lovelife
You know it will bore you to the bone
Year after year, forklift drivers frown and sneer
Failure can be a furious thing
It's behind you, standing there behind you - a predator waylaid
It's behind you, standing right behind you - sharpening a blade
It's behind you, standing there behind you - don't look the other way
It's behind you, standing right behind you - sporting a toupee
Mr Hemingway
You feel like you've slipped through a crack in the ground
Hold me down, hold me down
Bones and skulls are dragging you down
To the ground, to the ground
Through stones and skulls to petrified layers
Hold me down, please hold me down
Where cold and damp won't calm the fear
To the ground the stony ground
Please hold me down
You know it will kick you in the bollocks
You know it will nail you to the wall
Time after time, lone survivors turn to slime
Patience can be a stifling thing
It's behind you, standing there behind you - jaw hanging wide
It's behind you, standing right behind you - better run and hide
It's behind you, standing there behind you - opening a tin
It's behind you, standing right behind you - slavver on its chin
It's behind you, standing there behind you - tooled and set to blast
It's behind you, standing right behind you - that shadow from the past
Mr Self-possessed
Holding up a glass
Ready to slake a thirst
credits
from
Brainstorm,
released September 11, 2014
Written by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE.
Arranged and played by Knobby and The Nudgers.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by The Knobster at The Bunker.
Produced by Mr Reindeer.
Artwork: Frank Blunt.
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