Dizraeli, The Small Gods, Jam Baxter, Cate Ferris - Sailor lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, look

She crawled out of my bed
And into my latest scribblings
And slid through the pages
Slipping on faded synonyms
Wriggling in script
Her innocent hips swivelling
Nibbling fried strips of his
Image, her skin glistening, wet (Wet)
Sweat sweat remnants of a tribal summer
She might as well have been
French kissing a vinyl cover
Cardboard lover with a chewy human centre
And a thousand foul flavours of dementia
Remember that stage rants fades
On monosyllabic mornings
Poorly painted smiles on
Monochromatic drawings
Sleep to a soundtrack of
My often-erratic snoring
And awake to a crowd of flies applauding
Cavorting on perches precarious
A legion of freaks sip gin
In my brain's backstage areas
Tear me a new mouth
She can tie her tongue tightly
Till my gilded gold replica's
Scented and scribbed nicely
An unsightly sight
A partner inside a strident master
In a crushed velvet tank with a live piranha
Meet tonight's disaster
(Here she is) and ain't she pretty?

I wish I were a sailor on the sea
With all the sea birds flying after me
The stars would alter course at my decree
If I were a sailor

Chk-chk, you weren't listening
You weren't listening yeah, alright

Please trust me: you can't trust me
I wear a hat to bed and
The inside of my head's ugly
You don't want me, you want the other me
From the stage portrayal
You were chasing vapour trails
The real me rolls with a
Crew of one multiplied
Bedfellows with a stupid drunk poltergeist
Fuckin' up my workspace
But he's writing all my rhymes for me
My life is borderline tawdry
Caught in my story
You don't want a bigger chapter
Imma butcher rhyme because only one
Of me's a rapper course, I'm just the man to
Be your skinny dip companion
Capable of dancing with a limited abandon
But my looks of love are as
Shallow as a grave is
I conjure feeling by imagining you naked
I tumble easily and passionate in races
But once the semen's out
I'm dashing for the gate or
Scrabbling for pages to fit this scene
I will turn you into a sick sixteen
With a middle and an ending
And a stiff-stitched seam
Isn't it amazing where a pissed kiss leads?
(Isn't it amazing? I said, isn't it amazing?)

I wish I were a sailor on the sea
With all the sea birds flying after me
The stars would alter course at my decree
If I were a sailor

I wish I were a rooster on the run
My song would chase the shadow from the sun
I'd make these young hens mothers, every one
If I were a rooster

I wish I were a sailor on the sea
I wish I were, I wish I were
I wish I were a sailor
With all the sea birds flying after me
I wish I were, I wish I were
I wish I were a sailor
The stars would alter course at my decree
(I wish I were, I wish I were)
I wish I were, I wish I were
I wish I were a sailor if I were a sailor
I wish I were, I wish I were
I wish I were a sailor