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• Artiste: Sycamore Smith
• Titre: Jackie Oasis
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Jackie's on his back The lights are bright like golden spikes in iron tracks And all the while, smoke is pouring from his stack As a Cadillac peels out in the grass He's chewing up his chops He's always running 'round in circles through the crops He dropped his darling at the bottom of the pops I guess he's taking back his god-given ass ----- You're the apple of his vacant stare And when he opens his mouth All you hear is dead air Old Jackie's on his back, and one day Jack Is gonna be on your back, too ----- Jackie's on his knees He reaches up and gives the cloud of smoke a squeeze The world's a beast, and he is sucking off the fleas As his pompadour is coming unglued La-di-da, he starts to sing He loads a hollow point bullet in a sling He slips a wedding ring on to the raven's wing And then drips a drop of vampire food ----- Finally, he stands He's got a pair of pink tarantulas for hands He ties a tourniquet to something in his pants And pulls an eagle-foot bouquet from his coat But when he turns to toss it, he slips He shuts his eyeballs and he flaps his bony hips A hazy shadow sort of locks on to his lips-- That's the devil blowing smoke down his throat