Request Line - Bluejay

Not even 24 hours after she died

What do you want

Call me up on the Request Line

But a little piece of me

It’s just technology

Are you robbing my grief?

Did you say you were out for blood

Or cash, woman?

I wanna live somewhere with farm humor

And dirty true folk

Where the diction ain’t clear

But the grammar don’t lose her meaning

Go sweet talk your city

Don’t come rushin' to the West

If you hear there’s gold.

Backstabber, won’t you stick it in?

Backstabber, you work in alcoholic din.

And you ain’t foolin' no one

With that abuse of kin.

No you ain’t foolin' no one,

not even the dead…

It’s me, Eileen, I’m calling you,

My Queen.

You said it was over when it’s over

But I’m telling you

It’s quite sure to go on

For a bit…

Backstabber, won’t you stick it in from the front?

Backstabber, won’t you try?

And I know that she could be sweet and dandy

Sweet and dandy

Sweet and dandy

She could be sweet and dandy

Sweet and dandy

Sweet and dandy…

…But betrayal put a lens on my DNA.

I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,

BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,

AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.

I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,

BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,

AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.

I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,

BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,

AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.

I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,

BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,

AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.