Jam Baxter - Eulogy lyrics

Excuse me for intruding in your piece of hell
I want to be at the table
When the swollen world eats it'self
Grinning as it's licking the grease
From it's starving continents
Carving the word 'par' in my heart
As I pass the condiments shred the documents
I slept gripping an iron bar
Sent my mind touring the dark
Side in a hire car
The lit neon sign just read 'live
A liar die a star'
So I arrived with my severed
Tongue in a giant jar
A barfly with a vile scar
Orders his seventh round
The clandestine kids on the
Corner were selling brown
And I was sporting organs that
Morphed into gormless orphans
I taught to ignore the laws
Of this boring decrepit town
They had the smack soup with
Them fat crack croutons, damn
I almost puked into my Lapsang Souchong, fam
Watching addiction rip the stitches
Out of introverts
Is akin to clocking pigs in this
City picking a kid to search it's butters
I skipped dessert and ripped
The skies asunder
Enveloped every atom left my
Skin beside the puncture
The drowning kitten orchestra begin
Their final number
To a riotous applause from the
Kids inside the bunker
And everyday they grew less beautiful
I'd kill 'em but I couldn't
Find a suplex suitable
A mass of black suit's swarm
A moon swept funeral
The eulogy was whispered by myself as usual

Here lies your every mortal enemy
Beaten to a pulp and packaged
Neatly in the cemetery
Regrettably, you are now
Contractually obliged to sell your tongue
For twenty pence
And shovel maggots in your eyes
Now shake my fucking hand

Looks like I blew the whole shit up again
Come we reverse time
Drill a ditch and fill it with
Crude oil and dessert wine
And we can take turns
Powersliding into the night
Riding a shrunken block of ice
And return surfing the world blind
Fine, let my face stew in the revelry
Boil amidst the madness and
Straight ruin the recipe
The breakthrough of the century
How can you explain yourself with
A brain trained to melt
On command mewing incessantly?
And when the whole world ate it'self
I stayed to hear the famous belch
Ringing round the dining hall
As unborn babies fashioned ice
Picks from ribs
And glued their hands to them with spit
To stop them slipping down vaginal walls
Bow to the head of the prang foetus club
Still in the womb with his head
In his hands creasing up sneaking up
Crawling out the gash and handing
Each of us a
Pamphlet on why living isn't sweet enough
Sour vibes lather up and step out drunk
I've seen it all before and never
Tore my flesh out once
Your meal's been marinating in the
Sewer tied in tourniquets
So never blame the waiters
For your deadout munch
Fussy diner turned untouchable pile of mess
Compressed to a small spherical ball
Stuck to a wiry neck
The smile suggests it was added purely
For the asinine effect of
Tricking it's recipients
Shit, give your eyes a rest

Here lies your every mortal enemy
Beaten to a pulp and packaged
Neatly in the cemetery
Regrettably, you are now
Contractually obliged to sell your tongue
For twenty pence
And shovel maggots in your eyes
Pick them up start shovelling