Jam Baxter - Every Pool Of Stagnant Water lyrics

I was too cooked
Couldn't even zip up my suitcase
I drag along a paranoid, pasty
Hundred ton child that clings to my shoe lace
His milk teeth scrape on the floor as an
Old man bursts and a barmaid mutates
One more fix for a pale blue screw-face
White pills, clingfilm, ulcers, toothache
It would all be simple if I
Only hurt the people I hate
She walked in with a bloodstained cloth and a
Little sea salt to season my face
Stuck in the oven at two hundred
Days of unlimited press, hand numbered
The ravens perched in the back of our skulls
And all burst out swarming
The air unencumbered same old
She gave that neck that makes a man crazy
Yeah that's why everyone's fucked in
The whole head lately yeah
I'll see you on the bottom rung, race me
Body in a thousand pieces in a Uber
Skin like stale puff pastry
Her and them worms have a certain rapport
Tray full of cocktails, working the floor
She licked my forehead
Lit my cigar then took off my
Scalp with a circular saw
She crawled in the hole, slid down my spine
Keep off the organs, they are all mine
They played roulette in a dim red room
Locked in jam jars, pickled in brine

Feels like someone shook me
From a strange dream
Let the naked flames lick my brain clean
Faded faces in the ceiling
They watch me tear the walls apart and
Wonder if we're on the same team

His smile was made to order
Washed his webbed hands in every
Pool of stagnant water
Bound and gagged and spat across the border
Left a plastic body double
Stood on every corner (corner)

I've starred in about twelve Hollywood films
In the last two months
A few rom-coms and a couple dark horrors and
A doomsday full of 'Who cast you cunts?'
Slept through the end
Now I'm developing the stills in a darkroom
Drunk chasing gash through a quaint
French town with a
Few stray cats and a cartoon skunk oi
Pepé Le Pew please, stop chewing
This flesh ain't for you
I was off-piste in a stitched on ski mask
Cold head spinning, ten-eighty view
Swollen mouths all head off to war
I couldn't lift your head off the floor
This is not a haunted city in the sky
They are all streets you've been on before
Can't slice off the past you're too young
Spent about half the afternoon numb
Gathering to watch them pretty little liars
All dance on a blistered, barbecued tongue
It's fine, it's cool, it's calm to lose one
Greeted the inn with a rumbling growl
Emerged from the depths of a London canal
With a world and a harpoon
Clutching a towel yeah
So pour me a bunch of Mezcal
And a Ancho Reyes Chile
Scrunch this town up, gimme it
Hand me the city
Wild eyed nurses in lingerie treated diseases
Fold your chess board up
We were drunk and delirious
Eating the pieces

Shattered pieces of a city bought 'em blind
The sky was burnt on to the back of your mind
Please enjoy your journey
Strap your tongue inside your
Skull and keep your
Hands around your neck at all times

His smile was made to order
Washed his webbed hands in every
Pool of stagnant water
Bound and gagged and spat across the border
Left a plastic body double
Stood on every corner (corner)