Testo Move Away Jimmy Blue

A struck match faded like a nervous laughBeyond the halo of a naked bulband your low voice mingles with your other halfSchoolfriends in second-hand clothesEventually your world will shrink within four wallsOf neglected debts and stolen stereosSo move away, Jimmy BlueBefore your small, small world turns aroundAnd swallows youA drunk mother was the cueFor the legendary things that you doBehind a carnival tent with mud on your faceBehind the old glue factory tooSo move away, Jimmy BlueBefore your small, small world turns aroundAnd swallows youAnd swallows youWet feet visit the same old placesYou're finding nothing newIt's a binful of tissues from made-up facesIn a townful of nothing to doA lovematch with the moonIn a layby, while insects hum andYou got put in the darkness of a woman's wombJimmy Blue, Jimmy BlueSo move away, turn aroundMove awayMove away Jimmy BlueBefore your small, small townTurns around and swallows you