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Alex Cameron

Oxy Music

 

Oxy Music

(album: Oxy Music - 2022)


It's no way to find your soul
Fingers down your pie hole
Let's just say I'm looking for clues

I found a way to get my thrill
It's aftermarket fentanyl
Don't care how many rednecks it's killed

'Cause I'm so happy when I've got my blues
I'm in the kitchen on a cruise
I'm cooking up a codeine ragù

And I'm alive
I can put it down anytime

Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man, run a mile in a minute
How could I kick it
When I'm so in it?
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it

I need a mirror and some lingerie
And get the fuck out of my way
I'm olive oil raging in the kitchen's glare

Time drips like the sweat on me
With crusted lips and misery
And the curtains keep the smoke in my hair

Sliding into G-strings, lines of lumpy white things
I'm a cheap date, I'm a mess in purple stockings
I think that perhaps I'm not feeling alright

But I'm alive
I can put it down anytime

Okay, I admit it
I couldn't quit it
I'm a high white man, run a mile in a minute
How could I kick it
When I'm so in it?
I got the whole world screaming out for more when I hit it

I'm talking ooh, ooh
Talking ooh, ooh
Talking ooh, ooh
I'm talking ooh, ooh

Yeah
Delve into the darker grounds
Is it pain? A pain that leaves this shattered mound?
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah
Over flumes of hate and panic rooms
That hang onto your heart and bleed through you
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

But let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
Habit's gonna weigh a tonne

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

But let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
Habit's gonna weigh a tonne

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

But let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
Habit's gonna weigh a tonne

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

But let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
Habit's gonna weigh a tonne

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

But let me tell you 'bout some fun
My son
No one ever gets that one and done
Habit's gonna weigh a tonne

If you want some fun
My son
You only need one bullet in the gun
You only ever need one bullet, my son

done

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