Turnstile Hostile by Jane Lui Lyrics

Quote from the song “Turnstile Hostile” by Jane Lui

Bet your life I know by now it’s hit & miss with me i got backfire
One takes all Russian doll but hesitation tiny she knows better
You’re a callbox empty full of chains
Shiny, combed, buttoned up your claim to fame
Cold chin staged urgent holiday
Backwards straight-line never did looks the same

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Turnstile Hostile”

• Produced: Maxwell Gualtieri, Sophocles Papavasilopoulos, Jane Lui
• Keys, Synths: Jane Lui
• Bass: Chucky Kim
• Electric Guitar: Maxwell Gualtieri
• Drummer: Matt Chamberlain
• Mastered By [Digital Mastering]: Daniel W Eaton
• Mixed: Tom Biller
• Engineered: Sophocles Papavasilopoulos
• Recorded At: Pots and Pans Studio
• Release Date: April 3, 2020

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Turnstile Hostile” Released in 2020

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Bet your life I know by now it’s hit & miss with me i got backfire
One takes all Russian doll but hesitation tiny she knows better
You’re a callbox empty full of chains
Shiny, combed, buttoned up your claim to fame
Cold chin staged urgent holiday
Backwards straight-line never did looks the same

Turnstile hostile temperamental
We lined up for your blows
Arms up gun point my anger hollowed
Can’t feel the quiet it’s time to go

One day it’s December cold then
Suddenly she’s nineteen project Fester
Danger mode robot bold
He called you tameless black-eye bitch
Reset her

But he builds up and she builds out they’re not the same
The token doll inside you says done well by your name
Put it down the street fight’s out just walk away
Sober sedated just another day

Must now don’t ever good enough to make a difference
Stop your crying aren’t i good enough
Kill the confidence just keep silent suddenly..
You walk out of the room ready
I think it’s you but i can’t be sure
You do this thing with your chin and it’s you angry
Five feet away hands to yourself
Punched by your words for four hours straight
You weren’t really here but talked like you were you scare me
Numb - a gap in my mind and diary
Your father in you, my father in me