Contact Play - Cancerland Chaos lyrics

I woke up broke in the morning or evening
Scraping my face from the
Floor and the ceiling
With the brain scorched raw from a bee sting
Reach for the drawer that I
Store my belief in
What an odd way to escape for a long day
Scraping a K moonscape from a hot plate
And stopped your stock take
Couldn't count much stuck in the clouds
Trying to build from the ground up
So ask how much the cost that you paid
For the gloss on the grave
You've got to escape
So run for your life, get lost on the way
Til the flesh on your bones
Drops rots and decays
It's so low cost, soap operas and snow drops
I watch kids throw rocks at the road blocks
And so what? It's hand to hand hate
And sands a bland shade of cancerland grey


So quickly switch it back to Plan A
That's get too mashed to catch a bad day
There's packs of mad apes
Attacked and rampage
And what they can't take they
Snatch and gang rape
And wait, cold sweats starting again
Sparking a blend of tar in my carcinogens
Day by day it's getting more hard to pretend
That the way that I'm living
Isn't part of the end
So slip past the defence
And let the saga commence sharpen the pen
Write 'til I'm laughing again
Pardon my French, mi amor
Can you see the shore?
Could you spin back to where
We used to be before? See the talk that you
Speak seems awfully cheap
I dream as you ramble and walk in my sleep
Through deep blue dawn of the
Beast that beseeched you
Mourning for peace with some
Porn on your Freeview

Yeah it was evening or
Morning I couldn't tell
Reached for the door for a look at hell
Crooked cell creaking
Weeding the draw with the book of spells
Weeks in the storm
In a hooded shell freezing
Sheepish, calling my sugar bell wheezing
Feet to the floor as my footing fell
Screaming
Sleep with the leeches Baxter plans take off
Random bad days in Cancerland Chaos
Relax and I wake as prang to catch brain rot
Clanking my chains in the dank of my day job
Vest with the stains on
Yeah it's the same slob
Dressed in a jay cloth
And next there'll be days
Telling fables with Aesop plod with a spade
It's the grave robbing doctor depraved
On a late cotch
Lost in the shade, stave off the cravings
I watch as they drop toxic
Waste on your pavement i watch where I gaze
They got my breh's brainwashed
Clocked with surveillance
Incompetence pays off squander your wage
Sobbing somber ashamed 'til
They spot your remains where
The oncoming train was
Locked in a cage with the monsters from
With an eighth and a smog googles taped on
And as the top topples straight off
Face to the rock cobbles
I'mma stay raving the same waff

It's the bionic weight dodgers
Obey noxious gas with a top hat
And straight rocking chasers to knock back
Contact Play in the bigger sense
Spitting 'til I'm ill again
Sitting on the shitter with a cigarette

It's the last land to stand in
This land of the living dead head spinning
Swinging leg cramps in my missing leg
Bed ridden, trapped like the last rats of
Ed Scissor Hands with a
Shank left to disinfect still in debt
The fat scab on your pickered face

Champ at the bit and then
Scram with the fiddled checks
Crammed on a mad dash
From Camden to Middlesex
For ten minutes sitting drenched in
A Triple X scandal
The next are left shambles
They're sniffing ket and then I'm in again
I jam with my man's and a little pengs
Our scamsters banned from the cineplex
Bigger sket for my wanking hands day off
For skanks that lack brains
In Cancerland Chaos
Like wham bam thank you mam in black lace
Now that's the bad taste
Extracting mad facials
Bathe in the rancid stank of damn failure
Absent blank face on spangled rampages
Back from Fantasia
Aching a flash of phantom back pain
Yet scrapped with
Sat wasting away in tangled cats cradles
Pranging dank trapped in gas chambers
The sandman happy to relax in disabled
Leaving your plants scattered like the
Ash on the table what?