Jam Baxter - Fetch The Poison lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Fetch The Poison lyrics]
As a whole crew of
Shipwrecked mariners scream mercy
I was coughed out of the waves
With a case of extreme scurvy
I cannot save you baby
I’m late for my three-thirty
I sat there in the waiting room
Shaking a week early
Sat between monsters and
Buckling grey pillars
Sold gossip magazines to seasoned
Deranged killers some elderly war veterans
Pigs with inflamed livers
A couple perverted priests and
Scores of depraved sinners
And your impatient frame just stirred
From it's awkward slumber
Stomach like a jiggling sack
Full of roaring thunder
A nurse with a chubby face in
Scrubs and a floral jumper
Slams your head into a sign that says
‘Wait till we call your number’
The young receptionist welcomes
The next challenger the vehicle for rage and
It's trembling stressed passenger
He’s late for his appointment
So he’s caked in pointless ointments
Simply serves to highlight his
Slippery wet character
A surgeon appears on a burning horse
‘Excuse me young sir
We think you’d make the perfect corpse’
He was shoulder deep
Pulling a string of disturbing thoughts
From the pit of this kid’s stomach
When all of the nurses walked
So take this mysterious liquid
And sip it pure
Your king’s here, the human penicillin drip
The living cure he wants your blood
The bristling terrorist still in store
And I’ll be preaching from his gospel
At seven in clinic four
How long have you been waiting here?
You’ll be sleeping when they call your name
You’ve been topping up that morphine drip
Stop shaking, are you sure you’re sane
Somebody fetch the poison
Somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison
What’s that butters noise?
It’s the clinicians
Keep him calm with their
Colourful rubber toys
Your whole world’s a morgue
All your doctors are unemployed
Your medication’s expired
Your opinions are null and void
Doc, my head is perpetually in the clouds
There’s a sickness in the city and
Death’s been doing the rounds
A lab assistant slithered through the
Door and sat beside me
In some Doctor Marten boots and
A sensible winter blouse
She was the type of girl
That calls people ‘petal’
With a face hammered out of
A smoldering piece of metal
She leaned into me gently and
Whispered ‘I’ve seen the devil
He smells of heavenly sage
We connect on a deeper level’
Cool, whatever, let ‘em dream
I was reminded of an
Incident in twenty seventeen
When little Derick took too many
Chewed a chunk out of the carpet
And the floors tore apart into
A hell he’d never seen
Damn, he’s crumbling, doctor, shake him
Hold him under water and
Maybe he’ll stop complaining
This is way beyond my training
Sweetie, wheel him off the ward for me
They pushed him past some
Gormless paramedics squawking awkwardly
The matron consoles a well dressed couple
Soothing ‘em discretely with a needle
To the neck muscle
That child is bent double
Clutching at his rolls of fat
Drag him into theatre
A smirking demon holds him back (wait)
My three-thirty rolled around
I peeled myself off the plastic
Chair with a revolting sound
Crawled through the corridors
And slipped through forgotten doors
To see an old quack with
Wild eyes glowing golden brown
Son, here is your prescription
A plastic tub of moonshine
To cure every affliction
A thanked him with a rye smile
Keys to the kingdom
Poured myself a tall glass
Gotta love the system
How long have you been waiting here?
You’ll be sleeping when they call your name
You’ve been topping up that morphine drip
Stop shaking, are you sure you’re sane
Somebody fetch the poison
Somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison
If symptoms still persist
Drain the liquid out the wrist
All my ladies roll your eyes
All my children pound your fist
All your swabs are in
Your test results reveal you don't exist
Someone scratch him off the list
Toss the body out
Back in town and crawling through the bit's
Someone give this man his fix
Scrape the doctor off the floor
Glue the bottle to his lips
All my swabs are in
My test results reveal I'm still pissed
Ankle deep in the abyss
Call the nurse I'm out cold
Shipwrecked mariners scream mercy
I was coughed out of the waves
With a case of extreme scurvy
I cannot save you baby
I’m late for my three-thirty
I sat there in the waiting room
Shaking a week early
Sat between monsters and
Buckling grey pillars
Sold gossip magazines to seasoned
Deranged killers some elderly war veterans
Pigs with inflamed livers
A couple perverted priests and
Scores of depraved sinners
And your impatient frame just stirred
From it's awkward slumber
Stomach like a jiggling sack
Full of roaring thunder
A nurse with a chubby face in
Scrubs and a floral jumper
Slams your head into a sign that says
‘Wait till we call your number’
The young receptionist welcomes
The next challenger the vehicle for rage and
It's trembling stressed passenger
He’s late for his appointment
So he’s caked in pointless ointments
Simply serves to highlight his
Slippery wet character
A surgeon appears on a burning horse
‘Excuse me young sir
We think you’d make the perfect corpse’
He was shoulder deep
Pulling a string of disturbing thoughts
From the pit of this kid’s stomach
When all of the nurses walked
So take this mysterious liquid
And sip it pure
Your king’s here, the human penicillin drip
The living cure he wants your blood
The bristling terrorist still in store
And I’ll be preaching from his gospel
At seven in clinic four
How long have you been waiting here?
You’ll be sleeping when they call your name
You’ve been topping up that morphine drip
Stop shaking, are you sure you’re sane
Somebody fetch the poison
Somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison
What’s that butters noise?
It’s the clinicians
Keep him calm with their
Colourful rubber toys
Your whole world’s a morgue
All your doctors are unemployed
Your medication’s expired
Your opinions are null and void
Doc, my head is perpetually in the clouds
There’s a sickness in the city and
Death’s been doing the rounds
A lab assistant slithered through the
Door and sat beside me
In some Doctor Marten boots and
A sensible winter blouse
She was the type of girl
That calls people ‘petal’
With a face hammered out of
A smoldering piece of metal
She leaned into me gently and
Whispered ‘I’ve seen the devil
He smells of heavenly sage
We connect on a deeper level’
Cool, whatever, let ‘em dream
I was reminded of an
Incident in twenty seventeen
When little Derick took too many
Chewed a chunk out of the carpet
And the floors tore apart into
A hell he’d never seen
Damn, he’s crumbling, doctor, shake him
Hold him under water and
Maybe he’ll stop complaining
This is way beyond my training
Sweetie, wheel him off the ward for me
They pushed him past some
Gormless paramedics squawking awkwardly
The matron consoles a well dressed couple
Soothing ‘em discretely with a needle
To the neck muscle
That child is bent double
Clutching at his rolls of fat
Drag him into theatre
A smirking demon holds him back (wait)
My three-thirty rolled around
I peeled myself off the plastic
Chair with a revolting sound
Crawled through the corridors
And slipped through forgotten doors
To see an old quack with
Wild eyes glowing golden brown
Son, here is your prescription
A plastic tub of moonshine
To cure every affliction
A thanked him with a rye smile
Keys to the kingdom
Poured myself a tall glass
Gotta love the system
How long have you been waiting here?
You’ll be sleeping when they call your name
You’ve been topping up that morphine drip
Stop shaking, are you sure you’re sane
Somebody fetch the poison
Somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison somebody get him three CCs
Tell him eat, sleep, breathe
Fetch the poison
If symptoms still persist
Drain the liquid out the wrist
All my ladies roll your eyes
All my children pound your fist
All your swabs are in
Your test results reveal you don't exist
Someone scratch him off the list
Toss the body out
Back in town and crawling through the bit's
Someone give this man his fix
Scrape the doctor off the floor
Glue the bottle to his lips
All my swabs are in
My test results reveal I'm still pissed
Ankle deep in the abyss
Call the nurse I'm out cold