James Pilcher - Connivery Lyrics

There he was
He was standing right there
Teeth wrapped in hair
Blonde ivory and chopped off tongues
When we wait for the sun to engulf while we sulk
We have sudden movements now
Twisted images lie in the clouds
And I just cannot wait
A tummy rubble
With thunder strikes
With glass given mics
Connivery, and hot crossed buns
While we run from the gun the barrels wrapped in snot
The plot thickens as we swim
As the hidden militia sings
An itemless display
Wrapped around your face
It's all one big race
Don't let it go to waste
Don't let it go to waste