Jam Baxter - Banana Shaped Armor Plates lyrics

"A man can lose himself in London"
Yeah, I dedicated this one to Celine Dion
Bonnie Tyler

I was jamming in the perfect cocoon
Furnish the room with your
Lost loves, hot sluts, stir with a spoon
In the cloth, cut, boshed up
Served and consumed
Welcome to life in your thermal balloon
Reversible tomb
Gas powered hours stay static in a
Straight-jacket perched on the moon
Where the serpent's the blues
And when a tower shakes nowadays bricks
Never burn in the fumes
Like sour snake venom soup brewed
With a pint of rage
Microwave gloop, a recluse in a tiger cage
Boot from the tidal wave
Swarm scum pouring in
I'd rather be the claw than
The sore thumb snorkeling
Forked tongue's watering, in a padded cave
Black and grey barricades hack away
Hammer spade, pick shovel, lips scuttle
Gashwards bliss bubbles burst as the
Limbs scuttle backwards
With tin doors slamming
Pitchfork jabbing at a pot of blue solitude
This straw cabin and my copper
Shoes, what a view, shit'storm's crashing
The result of some piss-poor planning
Sit chrysa-listening to supreme silence
Soon these routines do seem timeless
And while the true gloom suit's these spiders
I'mma break loose to the blue scene skywards

From banana shaped armor plates
Half awake, burn in a lava lake
Curse of a cast away
Break out! (break out) Break out! (break out)
Hammer spade, pick shovel, blade, break out

From banana shaped armor plates
Half awake, burn in a lava lake
Curse of a cast away
Break out! (break out) Break out! (break out)
Hammer spade, pick shovel, blade, break out

It's like, shit
There's a whole world outside
Turns out life in this cursed town's live
From the burnt out rides
On forgotten piers rusting
To tin-canned alleycats shotting gear
Hunched in the top of weird dustbins
The pick of the litter sit's on trap jaws
Slack jaws spitting the brittle bricks
And hidden bliss trickles from a
Slit in the sinner's wrist
Still equipped and bitter but as
If I'mma give a shit
The visceral vision kit
A summer sun's message
Captured in a caterpillar's butter bug zenith
A tub of dumb relics, lost age of lunacy
The deposit's of flambeed immunity
Stop! Face the mutiny
Boarding the king's dinghy
Shit's trippy for thick skins in Sim City
Sit pretty, snooze with the blue shaman
Interview patient zoot for the mutation
New nation
Where the stars mark the boundaries
It's the ride of the half hearted valkyries
Wagwan when half of my
Spars started doubting me
What? They want to carve half a
Pound out of me out
Start devouring me with see-through cleavers
Sweet-toothed geezers that breeze
Through litres the streets ooze bleakness
Collapse in the thick of it
It's back to the crhysalis - Baxter, in a fit

From banana shaped armor plates
Half awake, burn in a lava lake
Curse of a cast away
Break out! (break out) Break out! (break out)
Hammer spade, pick shovel, blade, break out