The voice inside the suit came crawling down the telephone
Somewhere between a chessboard and a nursery rhyme
I heard the rattlesnake shaking in his invitation
And the whites of his knuckles on the other end of the line
Stepped inside his office and the whole place seemed to shiver he said
Come here a little closer, boy, come on, don't be shy
I searched to find a fracture in his tombstone facelift
And he fixed me with the coldness of the kingdom in his eyes
You think we got a deal yeah?
Threw his head back like a pelican and straightened his tie, ha, ha, ha
He's time finessing, you're making me kinda nervous
And with a click of his silvered fingers, I was falling through the sky
WRITERS
Jamie Staples, Harry Fowler, Jacob Slater, Craig Silvey, Peter Woodin