Rub It from Multitudes by Hellblinki

ohh no do you feel a little queasy
ohh no is everything a little strange
ohh no is it all uncertain, will you rub it til it's raw
stickin and lickin on a razor's edge
we're slippin and a sliding cross a wager cuttin' hedge
no rhyme nor reason in the dark of the night
we'll be pantin' and moanin' til the cold morning light
ohh no are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no are you feelin' kinda strange
ohh no is it all uneven will you rub it til it's raw
I've got hands and the new sign
walking with my monkey to the back of the line
licking my plate 'til it's clean again
like a noose from the rafters a soldier made of tin
I'm freeway ridin' after yesterdays news
a whole life of living on a plate full o’ blues
beauty and truth like the tits and the ass
I balance my needles on a blade of grass
ohh no are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no are you feelin' kinda strange
ohh no is it all uneven will you rub it til it's raw
a needle in a haystack, a pot set to boil
a candle in the breeze of another voyeur
flush with feel of the wind and the moan
squeezing more blood from the heart made of stone
ancient travellers on ancient shores
armed men banging on doors
who goes there, is it friend or foe
in my bed there's a candle in the window
ohh no are you feelin' kinda queasy
ohh no is everything a little strange
ohh no is it all uncertain, will you rub it til it's raw?

• Rock
• experimental
• folk
• psychedelic
• punk
• Augusta