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Gemstone Heist – Bear Trap lyrics

You trap your quarry well
With whiskey, rum and gin
Dog-eared menu cards
The place where it began

Bear trap
Hold on tight
Empty the cage
Gave up the fight

Arrow-headed ink
Lay taught across your chest
Names covered over
Buried by all the rest

Bear trap
Hold on tight
Empty the cage
Gave up the fight

Books never opened
All judged by their covers
Cut short your novels
Keep merry your lovers

Bear trap
Hold on tight
Empty the cage
Gave up the fight

Gemstone Heist – Shot Glass lyrics

Waited till ten
Caught by the words from your pen
Easy for you
To know I’ll always come through

Shot glass, high class
Never met a brother that could pass up that ass
Your insane, crying fame,
Hit your body into me,
Hit your body into me
Hit your body into me
Like a freight train

Tore a strip off
By the girls who act tough
Gentle not soft
I only wanted it rough

Shot glass, high class
Never met a brother that could pass up that ass
Your insane, crying fame,
Hit your body into me,
Hit your body into me
Hit your body into me
Like a freight train

Drinks by the bar
You took it way too far
Always on cue
You save a word for the few

Shot glass, high class
Never met a brother that could pass up that ass
Your insane, crying fame,
Hit your body into me,
Hit your body into me
Hit your body into me
Like a freight train

 

Gemstone Heist – Same lyrics

See I’ve walked in silent thought
Past the cinema and bowling halls
Watched the hours, die in the night
No need to talk, as you took flight.

And how can you stay friends
When they’ve seen you naked?
Your smile was wide
But your eyes were vacant
No secrets here – we’re all the same

Written out of your play for three
Isn’t romance so dreadfully old?
That a person could stay for life
But modern ways, cuts like a knife

And how can you stay friends
When they’ve seen you naked?
Your smile was wide
But your eyes were vacant
No secrets here – we’re all the same

Now they’ll ask you to stay friends
You’ll say yes, cos it’s hard to forget
You know folk don’t deal with regret
Took a chance then, and lost your bet.

And how can you stay friends
When they’ve seen you naked?
Your smile was wide
But your eyes were vacant
No secrets here – we’re all the same

 

Gemstone Heist – Sex Tape lyrics

Bring your wheelchair to the party
Fuck you to the girls who say you’re not a hotty,
Made your own life from the metal,
Step back a-while, tell ‘em to settle.

Let’s make a sex tape,
Let’s just forget,
Let’s put a face to all those words called regret,
Run like a stalker,
Fight like a bitch,
Stand your fucking ground cos you’re daddy ain’t rich.

Don’t try to buy with a dollar,
A five percent rise,
Suits were loud on the holler,
The same old shit we’ve heard before,
Taking Zoflot just to get out the door.

Let’s make a sex tape,
Let’s just forget,
Let’s put a face to all those words called regret,
Run like a stalker,
Fight like a bitch,
Stand your fucking ground cos you’re daddy ain’t rich.

Making laws to control this love,
Step back, call the Feds,
Running through Castro like Craig,
Your wife sits waiting by the phone,
One more drink says you’re not coming home.

 

Gemstone Heist – Motor Car lyrics

Watching you rise early
And practice your lines in the dark
Said a man from the Empire had seen your show
Dropped off an invitation
So I could go.

Oh she’s got a sexy, groovy little motor car
She’s riding round town, you know
Looking like a movie star
Waiting by the phone wishing she’d return to me
But people are blinded by the flashbulbs
And getting in for free.

You practice your autograph
Stopped using your real name
First class, roses and champagne
Counting the numbers to see how you’ll grow

Oh she’s got a sexy, groovy little motor car
She’s riding round town, you know
Looking like a movie star
Waiting by the phone wishing she’d return to me
But people are blinded by the flashbulbs
And getting in for free.

Returned my books to the house
Got a thank you card for the help
Not seen you in quite a while
My old dear mate
Missed the tickets – so it looks like I’m in for a wait.

Oh she’s got a sexy, groovy little motorcar
She’s riding round town, you know
Looking like a movie star
Waiting by the phone wishing she’d return to me
But people are blinded by the flashbulbs
And getting in for free