Jam Baxter
Skooled By - SBTV
Excuse me for intruding in your piece of hell
I wanna be at the table when the swollen world eats itself
Grinning as its licking the grease from its starving continents
Carving the word 'par' in my heart as I pass the condiments
Shred the documents, I slept gripping an iron bar
Sent my mind touring the dark side in a hire car
The lit neon sign just read: 'live a liar, die a star'
So I arrived with my severed tongue in a giant jar
A bar fly with a vile scar orders its seventh round
The clandestine kids on the corners were selling brown
And I was sporting organs that morphed into gormless orphans
I taught to ignore the laws of this boring decrepit town
They had the smack soup with them fat crack croutons. Damn
I almost puked into my Lapsang Souchong fam
Watching addiction rip the stitches out of introverts
Is akin to clocking pigs in this city picking a kid to search
It's butters
I skip dessert and rip the skys asunder
Enveloped every atom, left my skin beside the puncture
The drowning kitten orchestra begin their number
To a riotous applause from the kids inside the bunker
And everyday they grew less beautiful
I'd kill'em but I couldn't find a suplex suitable
A mass of black suits swarm a moon swept funeral
The eulogy was whispered by myself as usual
So come we reverse time
Drill a ditch, fill it with crude oil and dessert wine
And we can take turns power sliding into the night
Riding a shrunken block of ice and return surfing the world blind
Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_zuQT4eA74