Jam Baxter - Cherry Red Paint Job lyrics

(Guess I'll knock a score off)
Sit the human down
Children watch the flesh rot
He slips a fresh specimen discreetly
From his dress up
In one swift action the professor
Whips his specs off
Dissembling his features like a toddler
In a sweat shop
We just drowned his future in a
Warm glass of egg nog
Sir, this is the Walt Disney
Ending that we dreamt of the juve he
Gripped you in a jiu jit'su leg lock
Head shot
Caught the left temple with the pet rock
(Shing) in the rented shack, bent double
Looking scrawny
Beetles all crawl from the sink
And start cooking for me
We'll be sipping port on the porch
Swapping hooker stories
Muddy feet melting on the floor boards
Pushing forty
Manifest a shotgun and rocking chair
Is that a jealous phrase stuffed
Crudely in your pockets there?
Sir, my suspicion is your
Innards are beyond repair
We'll need a vial of blood
A drop of spittle and a lock of hair (Gimme)
Never!

Hands off the precious things
Keep 'em all sealed up
In inch-thick leather skins
Cherry red paint job
Fresh set of devil wings
Twenty four hour gang
Gale force second winds yeah
So prop the night up
Confessions of a hawk moth
You want the back alley mind fuck?
Guess I'll knock a score off

Yeah she was found semi-dressed in
Some random ends
Pulling stupid faces for a tiny
Shattered camera lens
I heard you had a full case of
Bourbon and I brang my friends
He shut the door
Hold my empty cup while I plan revenge
Jheeze guess we're in hell
He joined hands and sang songs
Through the grim spell i was out the door
Ring bell for intel
Flick through the keyhole
Skin cell by skin cell
He's had his fingers in his
Ears this whole annum
His nails grew in to his brain
Slicing through the gammon
We devoured every shred and now
The killing fields are barren
So we ran the rations dry
Gather round and split the atom
Day fifty four: Still drunk, still marooned
Snoozing on an island in these sweet
Liquor-filled lagoons soon they'll arrive
With barely blinking eyes
Screaming we will need your relics
Your cigars and your silver spoons never!

Hands off the precious things
Keep 'em all sealed up
In inch-thick leather skins
Cherry red paint job
Fresh set of devil wings
Twenty four hour gang
Gale force second winds yeah
So prop the night up
Confessions of a hawk moth
You want the back alley mind fuck?
Guess I'll knock a score off

(Guess I'll knock a score off, Eh)