Jam Baxter - Just You lyrics

Oi it's the- it's the- it's the who? (who?)
Who? (yeah, yeah it's just you) oi, you

Hey, you we all thought you were fraudulent
They ain't important
The small porcelain ornaments
All of em, £299 trinkets
Stew in the reduced bins
Bargain bucket limpets
He crawled out the pressure cooker
Freshly butchered face on him
All his tiny tears have my drain cloggin'
But, I ain't got time for any whinin'
You ain't special you ain't shinin'
There's a hundred of us tucked
In the same coffin
So wеlcome you little stocking fillers
Sportin' rottеn livers' sloshin'
In exotic liquers
You can't blame them hooded masonic figures
(why?) when your veins are just a
Network of squalid rivers
I was out strolling through
A speckled blue sky
When I tripped and accidentally set
The levels too high
I get a warm fuzzy feeling
Now whenever you cry
And I'll perform when all these dickheads
In my dressing room die

So goodnight you pack of
Piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You fucking Oompaloompas must be dreaming
(dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to
Hate on you exclusively this evening
Yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in
It's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue
(out the blue) steppin' in
It's the- it's the- it's the who?
(who? yeah) yeah, yeah it's just you

I sincerely hope you feel special
I fail to recognise your face
On any real level
Rattle off your achievements as if
I'll wipe the blood from
Your chest and staple on
A stainless steel medal
Round of applause, ruffled the hair
He was a hologram hiding his
Corpse under his chair
All these missing kids, crawl up in the lair
Roll a pig on it's side
Find 'em all suckling there, yeah
I mix the Absolut with the
Passionfruit and stagger through Holloway
(let me tell this bitch I'm on my way)
She got one of them salmon
Suit gashes and a bag of new rashes from a
Magaluf package deal holiday, it's cool
(it's cool) cos I just wanna talk and
Take them drugs of hers (yeah)
And that undisturbed pile's worth
A butters chirpse (yeah)
We stay forever, under work
Supping sweet nectar like
Snot encrusted hummingbirds

So goodnight you pack of
Piglets you ain't eating (eating)
You fucking Oompaloompas must be dreaming
(dreaming)
I'd like to take this opportunity to
Hate on you exclusively this evening
Yeah it's just you (just you)
Steppin' in
It's the- it's the- it's the who? (who)
See my red face roll up out the blue
(out the blue) steppin' in
It's the- it's the- it's the who?
(who? yeah) yeah, yeah it's just you