Jam Baxter - Pigs wings lyrics

Yeah, yeah here we are again
Naive on the boards etcetera shit, ohh shit

The rinse out begins
The pig found some wings
In a box of dead gods
With tin crowns and rings
So he shot his lead socks
Ripped out his limbs
Now he's swinging in the mists
And twigs howling whims

In this mound of skin, a druids at work
Flogging my mind with bottles of
Wine to ruin my chirps
If a, hog in the sky's worth two in the dirt
Then the, songs that I write are worth
Losing a bird for the beautiful turf war
Lashings of blood stew
Ending in an alley with
A passionate "fuck you"
Reality floods through, bursting the boiler
The world's worst surfer immersed
In the moisture

The world is my oyster
Salty and snot textured
A hot breakfast, poultry in gods dentures
For lost emperors, naw at the gibblets
Ripped from the jaws of the fortunate piglets

It's like when I think I might
Spend my life in this place
Feels like the first time I had
A knife in my face
Like a thief in the night, try to escape
From the scene of the crime
And the cycle of waste

Now when I think of all
The swag rhymers that spit
Feels like somebody just light a
Fire in my ribs
Live from the bit's, lighting my spliff
Scatty Jam Baxter, time for the rinse

It's like six billion
Individually wrapped idiots
Chilling in big buckets then
Smothered in some stickiness
If money's worth anything
They would be worth nothing
If nothing was something it would just
Look like their gums running
The pricks but fuck it it's criss
The mother of shimmers above covered in fish
Rubbing her tit's
Tripping a muggle of troublesome kids
Stuck in the bit's
Pick it up and unbutton your lips and just

Scream scream to the high heavens
I am, and my life is my weapon
And im'a swing it like a sack of sharp shanks
Moving like a one man avalanche, mass

There's a rat in our ranks, die hard munters
Drunkards, double glazed eyes dart upwards
As my heart ruptures and
Time starts crumbling
Stumbling in life's dark mineshaft mumbling

It's like when I think I might
Spend my life in this place
Feels like the first time I had
A knife in my face
Like a thief in the night, try to escape
From the scene of the crime
And the cycle of waste

Now when I think of all
The swag rhymers that spit
Feels like somebody just light a
Fire in my ribs
Live from the bit's, lighting my spliff
Scatty Jam Baxter, time for the rinse

Now I'm all that I was born to be and more
Since I cheifed up the sorcerer
That haunted me before
Creeped up the tree trunk
Bought a key of draw
Now I'm watching as they wonder what
Their sores are weeping for

And I can sort of see the
Shore though these blood fled blinkers
Swimming in the rubble with
The undead drifters
Rum swilling, scum spitting
Rough neck sickness
Stick it like a smudge to
The smut drenched fisters

See I was always that breh, sat there
Mashed up tranqued dark kids on the rinse
Till the taps clog
That slug, picking at some mystical hand guts
Turns out they were made
Of fictional spack dust

Damn, there fat fucks are chilling
In my fridge again
Rinsing all my chicken fillets
Dribbling and spitting phlegm
Until the bitter end im'a slap them about
Dragging them out
Cramp some champion fraff in their mouths

It's like when I think I might
Spend my life in this place
Feels like the first time I had
A knife in my face
Like a thief in the night, try to escape
From the scene of the crime
And the cycle of waste

Now when I think of all
The swag rhymers that spit
Feels like somebody just light a
Fire in my ribs
Live from the bit's, lighting my spliff
Scatty Jam Baxter, time for the rinse