Jam Baxter - Bodyslam lyrics

Still got the six legged beasts in my ear
All piling up and I’m just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted the year
Shut your eyes and these streets will appear

Still got the six legged beasts in my ear
All piling up and I’m just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted the year
Shut your eyes and these streets will appear

You spent your nights surrounded
By screaming toddlers
With little toy dinosaurs lodged
In your oesophagus
Trying to mute the murmurs of
These Xanny brick philosophers
Stubby legs restrained by a
Hundred screaming officers
I’ve always been the kid
With the melting burning body
With a bag of Polish vodka
Strolling out the Turkish offy
Got gremlins in my skull around
The clock working on me
While the devil in an apron
Does the rounds serving coffee
It’s like dark past, dig it
Up, scrub it down, pure smut
One man sweatshop, sewing every jaw shut
The games like, one of them
Weird chicks we all fuck
Sit back, feel the rush
Drugs like a warm hug
Yeah you were cemented as a goon
Since the womb coughed you out
Into the tentacles of doom
And that giant shiny fishhook
Descended from the moon
Wormed it's way into your jaws and
Then swept you from the room yeah

These cunts all came at once
Stood my ground it was your choice to flee
The fuel gauges all point to E
You’re all Wimbledon ball boys to me

They came fresh from a string
Of their poor performances
I’m struggling to bank all the fivers
I snort your auras with
And I don’t care how many
Little children sing your choruses
We liquidise them all and spit
Them out into an orphanage

Fuck it all, back me on a couple more shots
You learn to love the taste of
Warm blood in your scotch
All my villains keep your head
Protect your skull at all costs
And I’d tell you I love you
But the drugs have worn off

I’ve figured out the trick
To everlasting mental health
And it’s if you go insane abroad
Don't film it all yourself
Or spend a couple missing
Months becoming someone else
Sneaking off into the pharmacy to
Clear a whole shelf
Yeah stationary passengers speed by
The young child empties a uzi in each eye
The message on the giant blimp
Circling the game read
"Cough up no such thing as a free high"
For real? Well
Pour me out the rest of your reserves
Rack your rations up and stick a
Couple ounces on my tab
I said it with a sense
Of false entitlement bred
Like a bulging eyed Chihuahua in
A thousand dollar bag
He was just a prune fingered
Thief in every shoobs
Sneaking up behind the crew to jack
Your head up off your neck
And I was in the airborne
Regiment freefalling through the roof
To bodyslam your record off the deck

Still got the six legged beasts in my ear
All piling up and I’m just leaving them here
My finger slipped and I deleted a year
Shut your eyes and the streets will appear