Jam Baxter - Incoming lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Incoming lyrics]
Hold tight the hangers
Wet cement swimmers front crawling
Through their manors
Eye stabbers, neck wringers
Skin picking scammers
I watched them all sliding down
Ladders from the sky
Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers
The little wet brain splatters on the sheets
From the shootouts that rage
Between your ears as you sleep got you shook
I love it when shit gets obese
So you can slash a hole and let
The fat trickle through the streets
Options for failure: Blame your old man
Or pick a partner and paint
Yourselves pink and hold hands
Like twin fasses
Dragging floral print baggage
Comparing dead bugs and
Superficial wing damage
We've all juiced a couple grim
Gashes, taken licks, sold powder
Puked up and switched planets normal
So I ain't fucking with
Your checklist when every
Winning soul is in that bin marked defectives
"Blessed are the meek
But they ain't gonna inherit a
Single penny shred of
Meat or drop of medicine
From me mister savour!"
Barked your favourite ignoramus
His tight fists
Bleeding on his pearly white trainers
Stainless, controlled by one plastic button
That triggers a sudden jet of
Blood to end any discussion
Geeks in the towers like "fuck em!"
I dug the fine china out and
Stuffed their faces in the oven
Singing incoming incoming fling a
Rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind
Rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now
Gather the maschones fix up and
Dumb down the devils
In your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let
Another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now
Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious
That your mutant superpowers
Are officially fictitious
Comic book villains, young
Dumb and ambitious
Mouth smothered in a warm smile that
Gave us all the shivers
"These oily sacks of bile
Are just delicious! Where'd
You source the mangled human
Heart you're squeezing?!"
I continued asking
Made a drunken crass remark
Was ejected from the premises and
Grew to love the feeling
And so the plan is still to
Skid along a winning streak
Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling
And swigging bleach
And greet death grinning with a
Full set of missing teeth
Earthworm twin middle fingers to
The chicken beaks
And when the freaks came to
Bite away your flesh
I'd never heard the word 'fuck' used
To quite the same effect it was special
It's funny how divine skin gleaming
In a pool of
Golden light is drawn to every precious metal
Strange, I shrugged off the
Thought and kept vibesing
Deep black cloud, tin foil lining
Everything's divine therefore everything
Is shining you are not complete yet
We are not surviving
These are not your people, all moving skatty
Like a three legged staffy chasing
Pigeons in an alley
There's a very real feeling at
The bottom of that baggy
I booted with as many human
Eyes as I could carry
Singing incoming incoming fling a
Rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind
Rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now
Gather the maschones fix up and
Dumb down the devils
In your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let
Another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now
Wet cement swimmers front crawling
Through their manors
Eye stabbers, neck wringers
Skin picking scammers
I watched them all sliding down
Ladders from the sky
Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers
The little wet brain splatters on the sheets
From the shootouts that rage
Between your ears as you sleep got you shook
I love it when shit gets obese
So you can slash a hole and let
The fat trickle through the streets
Options for failure: Blame your old man
Or pick a partner and paint
Yourselves pink and hold hands
Like twin fasses
Dragging floral print baggage
Comparing dead bugs and
Superficial wing damage
We've all juiced a couple grim
Gashes, taken licks, sold powder
Puked up and switched planets normal
So I ain't fucking with
Your checklist when every
Winning soul is in that bin marked defectives
"Blessed are the meek
But they ain't gonna inherit a
Single penny shred of
Meat or drop of medicine
From me mister savour!"
Barked your favourite ignoramus
His tight fists
Bleeding on his pearly white trainers
Stainless, controlled by one plastic button
That triggers a sudden jet of
Blood to end any discussion
Geeks in the towers like "fuck em!"
I dug the fine china out and
Stuffed their faces in the oven
Singing incoming incoming fling a
Rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind
Rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now
Gather the maschones fix up and
Dumb down the devils
In your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let
Another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now
Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious
That your mutant superpowers
Are officially fictitious
Comic book villains, young
Dumb and ambitious
Mouth smothered in a warm smile that
Gave us all the shivers
"These oily sacks of bile
Are just delicious! Where'd
You source the mangled human
Heart you're squeezing?!"
I continued asking
Made a drunken crass remark
Was ejected from the premises and
Grew to love the feeling
And so the plan is still to
Skid along a winning streak
Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling
And swigging bleach
And greet death grinning with a
Full set of missing teeth
Earthworm twin middle fingers to
The chicken beaks
And when the freaks came to
Bite away your flesh
I'd never heard the word 'fuck' used
To quite the same effect it was special
It's funny how divine skin gleaming
In a pool of
Golden light is drawn to every precious metal
Strange, I shrugged off the
Thought and kept vibesing
Deep black cloud, tin foil lining
Everything's divine therefore everything
Is shining you are not complete yet
We are not surviving
These are not your people, all moving skatty
Like a three legged staffy chasing
Pigeons in an alley
There's a very real feeling at
The bottom of that baggy
I booted with as many human
Eyes as I could carry
Singing incoming incoming fling a
Rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind
Rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now
Gather the maschones fix up and
Dumb down the devils
In your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let
Another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now