Jam Baxter, Edward Scissortongue - Borrowed time lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter, Edward Scissortongue - Borrowed time lyrics]
Warblin' in unison gods in the lamp shade
Buzzin' round the bulb and
Engulfing in black flames
Sculpting the landscape
Sinkin' in a steam cloud three miles
Sippin' pink liquid in the dream lounge
Slumped on a chaise longue
Locked in a lavish room
Bruised blood brains outside on
The black and blue
Parachutes gather in the skies
That we rattle through
Mechanised metal eyes wide in a panic room
Dogs howl at the stench of this verse
Spinnin' earth
Spinnin' worse in the dirt where we lurk
Swimming, life's quite rosy again
Tides turned as the lines blurred
Lure with the modus extends
A stones throw from the cinema screen
A slow focus, atrocious
The flow blows linear beams
Live quotes, man I'm riddled with these
A live quote, right nose
Tide slows on Gilligan's dreams
Squirming a burst freight
From a circle of birds murmuring
Perched in a burnt tree
I've been deep in the dirt lurking
The scourge of the Earth
Evenly bleeding, was worth murdering
Murdered it weren't me it was, him
My Jam flingin' doppelgänger
Tin headed ink smidge
Smudge of forgotten matter
Squashed to the cosmos
Cracks in his rotten bladder
Screaming out "wa what
Wa what" like he's got a stammer
Never the walls with the filth of your body
Spews
Enemies run to the hills in atomic suit's
Who's seen Jacob?
He's late for the comet suit
Caged in a hobbit zoo
Taped in a manger, to rocket boots
Fly now little one
Time goes fast when you're
Flying with Scissortongue
Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds
Priceless, ride with the periscope tyrants
Silence for the leech to your left
Tryin' a wrap his leather
Bound head around death but, it's blessed
I've been in these beat up creps in a suit
Moonwalking on this greased up ledge
For a minute
And I ain't gonna slip 'til I'm finished
You can't weave wings with
A string of defeats
Flingin' free tickets to the peepholes
Drilled to the floor to watch you burn
Spinning Earth squirt filled from his core
Feeble in that ending zone
Birth of the tyrants
Snipers, I spy a mighty fine person
Fives times exciting life for white lie
Arrive on light bikes and
Like the tribes worship
Time for a purge of the honesty bank
It's properly rank but still
My philosophy stands
And that's a one a penny ticket
To the rocket I man an ocular scan
It's ether in the oxygen tanks
Yeah the kid hates sirens
Brick walls and blindness and skipped town
Skipping the pitfalls, enlightened
Bring forth the tyrants
Poorly drawn monsters
Scrawled on the back of
A scrawny sore conscience spot the imposters
Pins in their squashed eyes hog tied demons
At least they were on time
Bonsai trees and the midges that climb them
Flattened in a second when a
Fist hit the island
Five knuckles settle on your chin
Like a hench war savage in a second
City rising death chord
Death sports bellow in
This interstellar downpour
Send more victims to the gallows
Where I count swords one sword
Two sword three swords
Four swords
Seventeen shine in the rack by the front door
Heaven seems shite so I stride
Out to hunt more one more barb done
That's what the tongue's for
Buzzin' round the bulb and
Engulfing in black flames
Sculpting the landscape
Sinkin' in a steam cloud three miles
Sippin' pink liquid in the dream lounge
Slumped on a chaise longue
Locked in a lavish room
Bruised blood brains outside on
The black and blue
Parachutes gather in the skies
That we rattle through
Mechanised metal eyes wide in a panic room
Dogs howl at the stench of this verse
Spinnin' earth
Spinnin' worse in the dirt where we lurk
Swimming, life's quite rosy again
Tides turned as the lines blurred
Lure with the modus extends
A stones throw from the cinema screen
A slow focus, atrocious
The flow blows linear beams
Live quotes, man I'm riddled with these
A live quote, right nose
Tide slows on Gilligan's dreams
Squirming a burst freight
From a circle of birds murmuring
Perched in a burnt tree
I've been deep in the dirt lurking
The scourge of the Earth
Evenly bleeding, was worth murdering
Murdered it weren't me it was, him
My Jam flingin' doppelgänger
Tin headed ink smidge
Smudge of forgotten matter
Squashed to the cosmos
Cracks in his rotten bladder
Screaming out "wa what
Wa what" like he's got a stammer
Never the walls with the filth of your body
Spews
Enemies run to the hills in atomic suit's
Who's seen Jacob?
He's late for the comet suit
Caged in a hobbit zoo
Taped in a manger, to rocket boots
Fly now little one
Time goes fast when you're
Flying with Scissortongue
Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds
Priceless, ride with the periscope tyrants
Silence for the leech to your left
Tryin' a wrap his leather
Bound head around death but, it's blessed
I've been in these beat up creps in a suit
Moonwalking on this greased up ledge
For a minute
And I ain't gonna slip 'til I'm finished
You can't weave wings with
A string of defeats
Flingin' free tickets to the peepholes
Drilled to the floor to watch you burn
Spinning Earth squirt filled from his core
Feeble in that ending zone
Birth of the tyrants
Snipers, I spy a mighty fine person
Fives times exciting life for white lie
Arrive on light bikes and
Like the tribes worship
Time for a purge of the honesty bank
It's properly rank but still
My philosophy stands
And that's a one a penny ticket
To the rocket I man an ocular scan
It's ether in the oxygen tanks
Yeah the kid hates sirens
Brick walls and blindness and skipped town
Skipping the pitfalls, enlightened
Bring forth the tyrants
Poorly drawn monsters
Scrawled on the back of
A scrawny sore conscience spot the imposters
Pins in their squashed eyes hog tied demons
At least they were on time
Bonsai trees and the midges that climb them
Flattened in a second when a
Fist hit the island
Five knuckles settle on your chin
Like a hench war savage in a second
City rising death chord
Death sports bellow in
This interstellar downpour
Send more victims to the gallows
Where I count swords one sword
Two sword three swords
Four swords
Seventeen shine in the rack by the front door
Heaven seems shite so I stride
Out to hunt more one more barb done
That's what the tongue's for