Jam Baxter - I Belong Elsewhere lyrics

The city rubbed it'self in strange creams
That promised radiance and unsullied youth
Its occupants cling to it's
Tangled tuft of hair
Their rubbery faces photographed bi-minutely
By their own
Panting thumbs from two choice angles
Skin scraped clean
I dig deep into his scalp
And mutter "I belong elsewhere"
One giant glass eye rolls
Through the aisles knocking
Tinned goods onto a freshly mopped floor
Sweating children chew voodoo dolls
At the cheese counter
Half eaten men in aprons and hairnets
Bleed profusely onto the gruyere
Please crawl to the magazine stand where
Your troubled parents are waiting
To take you elsewhere
The maître d' holds my nose and props
My jaw open with a serving spoon
Cramming every fellow diner into my
Mouth along with the
Décor, the bricks, the frozen
Shrimp, the whole plaza, and finally herself
It’s all too much
I will take my business elsewhere
I trawled through my past
Highlighting every seven AM
Gurn, drunken fuck, faux pas, awkward stare
Fit of rage and failure horridly hit delete
And inserted somebody else there