[Verse 1]
I was too cooked
Couldn't even zip up my suitcase
I drag along a paranoid, pasty, hundred ton child that clings to my shoe lace
His milk teeth scrape on the floor as an old man bursts and a barmaid mutates
One more fix for a pale blue screw-face
White pills, clingfilm, ulcers, toothache
It would all be simple if I only hurt the people I hate
She walked in with a bloodstained cloth and a little sea salt to season my face
Stuck in the oven at two hundred
Days of unlimited press, hand numbered
The ravens perched in the back of our skulls and all burst out swarming the air unencumbered
Same old
She gave that neck that makes a man crazy
Yeah
That's why everyone's fucked in the whole head lately
Yeah
I'll see you on the bottom rung, race me
Body in a thousand pieces in a Uber, skin like stale puff pastry
Her and them worms have a certain rapport
Tray full of cocktails, working the floor
She licked my forehead, lit my cigar then took off my scalp with a circular saw
She crawled in the hole, slid down my spine
Keep off the organs, they are all mine
They played roulette in a dim red room
Locked in jam jars, pickled in brine
[Bridge]
Feels like someone shook me from a strange dream
Let the naked flames lick my brain clean
Faded faces in the ceiling
They watch me tear the walls apart and wonder if we're on the same team

[Hook]
His smile was made to order
Washed his webbed hands in every pool of stagnant water
Bound and gagged and spat across the border
Left a plastic body-double stood on every corner (corner)

[Verse 2]
I've starred in about twelve Hollywood films in the last two months
A few rom-coms and a couple dark horrors and a doomsday full of 'Who cast you cunts?'
Slept through the end
Now I'm developing the stills in a darkroom, drunk
Chasing gash through a quaint french town with a few stray cats and a cartoon skunk
Oi
Pepé Le Pew please stop chewing, this flesh ain't for you
I was off-piste in a stitched on ski-mask
Cold head spinning, ten-eighty view
Swollen mouths all head off to war
I couldn't lift your head off the floor
This is not a haunted city in the sky
They are all streets you've been on before
Can't slice off the past; you're too young
Spent about half the afternoon numb
Gathering to watch them pretty little liars all dance on a blistered, barbecued tongue
It's fine, it's cool, it's calm to lose one
Greeted the inn with a rumbling growl
Emerged from the depths of a London canal with a world and a harpoon, clutching a towel
Yeah
So pour me a bunch of Mezcal and a Ancho Reyes Chile
Scrunch this town up, gimme it, hand me the city
Wild eyed nurses in lingerie treated diseases
Fold your chess board up
We were drunk and delirious, eating the pieces
[Bridge]
Shattered pieces of a city; bought 'em blind
The sky was burnt on to the back of your mind
Please enjoy your journey
Strap your tongue inside your skull and keep your hands around your neck at all times

[Hook]
His smile was made to order
Washed his webbed hands in every pool of stagnant water
Bound and gagged and spat across the border
Left a plastic body-double stood on every corner (corner)