Jam Baxter - Bright And Shiny Things lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Bright And Shiny Things lyrics]
They idolised their kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuit's dive
Inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men
That hide behind your shins?
Flames lick round and faces moulded
Out of crack and coal
The tattoos on their knuckles
Read: Stop, drop, wrap and roll
Death's drunken hand just picked your
Name from a salad bowl
Your gods are playing "Whack-a-Mole"
Bless your beer battered soul
Strips of flesh and liquorice are
Weaved into the scenery
A body spins squashed bеtween the
Cogs in old machinery
Your new grеasy boss leans
Back and smiles conceitedly
Like "Welcome to the team
I take my coffee intravenously"
I am to be feared
By every spirit-serving stewardess
He hugged a tray of clinking vessels
Named them all and grew obsessed
Bullseye, through the chest
"He never saw us coming sir
Thank you all for coming out
This has been a fucking blur"
Cartel bosses aim Uzis at your wrinkled brow
The truth has bled your pockets dry
Time to take your fingers now
A butcher takes a single bow
The credit's roll, the curtain drops
The viewers sigh
Crusty feet tremble in their thermal socks
They bought their vultures with 'em
Jostling for pole position
Buying magic powders from a tiny, crippled
Old magician
Spent the winter cradling a bomb
Wrapped in golden ribbon thanks for waiting
If you're bored just open up an old incision
Yeah i just crave another crown
I awoke to find an earthquake
Shaking up the town (Shaking)
And every fallen soul was
Laying safely underground
Can we carve a couple of craters in
Their brains and dumb 'em down?
They tenderise their flesh
They idolise their kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuit's dive
Inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men
That hide behind your shins?
Yeah slingshot, quartered by
The teeth on that scrawny baby
Had him stuffed and mounted
Now you lot can never call me crazy
She just wants the world to burn
Sure, cool story lady
Every passing stranger seems full of
Rage and fury lately
A kid with a painted smile
Juggles at the traffic lights
His stomach full of gas ignites
He smoulders through the blackest nights
We dangled from dramatic heights
They tread the boards with feeble legs
The pigeons peck our hands
The blood drips on your beleaguered heads
Yeah dying dogs assert their relevance
Giant, squawking beasts become
Deflated circus elephants
My eyes weigh a ton
I exude a certain decadence
We hacked the night to pieces
Ditched the whips and burnt the evidence
Tenderise your flesh idolise your kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
While the silhouettes in wetsuit's
Dived inside their skins
I asked: "Who are all the shrunken
Men that hide behind your shins?"
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuit's dive
Inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men
That hide behind your shins?
Flames lick round and faces moulded
Out of crack and coal
The tattoos on their knuckles
Read: Stop, drop, wrap and roll
Death's drunken hand just picked your
Name from a salad bowl
Your gods are playing "Whack-a-Mole"
Bless your beer battered soul
Strips of flesh and liquorice are
Weaved into the scenery
A body spins squashed bеtween the
Cogs in old machinery
Your new grеasy boss leans
Back and smiles conceitedly
Like "Welcome to the team
I take my coffee intravenously"
I am to be feared
By every spirit-serving stewardess
He hugged a tray of clinking vessels
Named them all and grew obsessed
Bullseye, through the chest
"He never saw us coming sir
Thank you all for coming out
This has been a fucking blur"
Cartel bosses aim Uzis at your wrinkled brow
The truth has bled your pockets dry
Time to take your fingers now
A butcher takes a single bow
The credit's roll, the curtain drops
The viewers sigh
Crusty feet tremble in their thermal socks
They bought their vultures with 'em
Jostling for pole position
Buying magic powders from a tiny, crippled
Old magician
Spent the winter cradling a bomb
Wrapped in golden ribbon thanks for waiting
If you're bored just open up an old incision
Yeah i just crave another crown
I awoke to find an earthquake
Shaking up the town (Shaking)
And every fallen soul was
Laying safely underground
Can we carve a couple of craters in
Their brains and dumb 'em down?
They tenderise their flesh
They idolise their kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuit's dive
Inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men
That hide behind your shins?
Yeah slingshot, quartered by
The teeth on that scrawny baby
Had him stuffed and mounted
Now you lot can never call me crazy
She just wants the world to burn
Sure, cool story lady
Every passing stranger seems full of
Rage and fury lately
A kid with a painted smile
Juggles at the traffic lights
His stomach full of gas ignites
He smoulders through the blackest nights
We dangled from dramatic heights
They tread the boards with feeble legs
The pigeons peck our hands
The blood drips on your beleaguered heads
Yeah dying dogs assert their relevance
Giant, squawking beasts become
Deflated circus elephants
My eyes weigh a ton
I exude a certain decadence
We hacked the night to pieces
Ditched the whips and burnt the evidence
Tenderise your flesh idolise your kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of
Bright and shiny things
While the silhouettes in wetsuit's
Dived inside their skins
I asked: "Who are all the shrunken
Men that hide behind your shins?"