Jam Baxter - Guilty lyrics

You should start a brand new
Career as a mime artist
They made me want to win the
Prize for who dies fastest (thank you)
Strolled in and dribbled stale red
Wine on the white carpets
Force-fed his vampiric inner
Circle diced garlic (shots)
They stuffed bees in my barnet, barking at me
Bleary eyed staring at a scrawny
Faced scarred with acne
He asked me to escort him
To nirvana by the arm
I swiftly sawed my hands off
And hailed a passing taxi
Blades find skin, please, keep
Score, dip jab slice, encore encore
The addict caught his neck in
Every sliding carriage door
The world whizzed by
The streets were lightly dusted in manure
We did laps of the city
On these rusty trains daily
I used to ride them till my guts became gravy
Left the club looking like an
Oven baked baby with this
Chick sweetly slurring "Girl, your
Mother may hate me, but it's cool"

’Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule
(the only rule)
The whole world's trying to take
Me for a fool (for a fool)
Slit my brain, pick a thought out
They all filthy (filthy) , all filthy
I’ll be doing very odd things 'til
I've got twenty odd chins
And a mountain of fat topped
With jelly soft skin (yeah)
Saw that lake of blood and
Guts and belly flopped in
Now we're all guilty
(guilty) , all guilty (guilty)
All guilty (guilty)

Yeah i thought he'd been maturing lately
But he still begs his girl to call him baby
(by text) i think we're all just crazy
Arms outstretched, walking wavy

We saw the view from every bridge in town
The filth that tempts a thousand
Intertwining tiny kids to drown (splash)
But me? If I'm diving in I'll swim around
Clown fish skanking in the deep
Fuck your middle ground (fuck it)
He sidled up to me at some disgusting diner
Slipped a baggie in my pocket
Counted every crusty fiver
The acid in his voice was what
Was pecking at my soul
Man, I guess you could dissolve a
Dead body in this cunt’s saliva
It’s all getting easier with each saga
My brain secretes a flood of deep laughter
He gently nibbled at the heels
Of his sheep farmer
I slapped my driver in the
Face and scream "Faster!" it's cool

’Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule
(the only rule)
The whole world's trying to take
Me for a fool (for a fool)
Slit my brain, pick a thought out
They all filthy
(filthy) , all filthy (filthy)
I'll be doing very odd things ’til
I've got twenty odd chins
And a mountain of fat topped
With jelly soft skin
Saw that lake of blood and
Guts and belly flopped in now we all guilty
(guilty) , all guilty (guilty)
All guilty (guilty, Guilty yeah, yeah)