Jam Baxter, Ed Scissor - Pipe Smoke lyrics

Come on man yeah
Come on shhhh

Trials of a burnt tongue dragged through
A slalom of fresh chilli
Skull-fucking the scale model of a dead city
He gets busy in a big bag of rabbit's feet
Lucky fuck's skating through his life
On a satin sheet
Acid freak sapping skies dry
With his jagged teeth
Bite down on your Marx prize
For the fattest leech pick a winner
Weak stomach splattered on a ragged street
And fuck it, look, I figure
If a sick obese gold
Nugget hugging worm waddling
Can snatch the future out of the
Mouth of a serf grovelling
Then I'm allowed to bounce to his
House in a hearse vomiting
And reward him his masters in sparkling
And in turd polishing it's basic
Presenting a new face of snake venom
Pre-stripped the skin and rolled neatly
Through his strange heaven
The grave beckons, man this shit's nasty
All I see is sobbing sock-puppets
At a kid's party
Sit calmly, the air's sweating danger
Welcome to pick your own parachute failure
Free fall face up, see you in the crater
I guess I'll check the playback later
Ready with the boiling oil buckets for
The genius that builds stilts
To wade through the ill-timed tears
And the spilt milk "Kill, Kill, Kill
Kill" yeah that's what they all say
Especially the stubborn apparitions
In my doorway
No warm taste of my world, never gets old
Like the kid flinging heat rocks
Can never get cold
So I tell 'em "Let's's roll"
Holes in my torn attire
Sat head-butting a sand sculpture of
A wall of fire walk the wire
Blindfold shouldering a screaming pig
That never stops bleeding in the freezer mist
(What) I wonder why them man
Are looking so proud
When this town's becoming like aghost town
Walk out the yard
String and tired to the moon
See me swing through the city
Through the spiralling fumes
Past high minds binding
Designing their tombs
As they're pulling up a tangle
Of wires from their wombs

Scissor
Yeah, yeah, oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo
Scissortongue, my blade runner
Half me and half you
Phantasmagorical dark tunes to pass
Through pass the
Start that part seas and part stews
Brains tapped in more ways than
Roy Castle's dance shoes
Part two, the doppelgänger
Grammar sicker than a back-alley
Dentist smashing out
Your teeth with a rusty hammer smash smash
Mind trapped in this time-capsule time lapse
Side tracked by the wide cracks in my synapse
Life's an uphill struggle in my
Shoe size an eerie
Indiana type of tussle when I chew mics
Two sides to everything, one
For the pacifist, two for the mentalist
Two's right i see
Sheets of rain on these streets of rage and
Take lethal strains just to ease their pain
It's like leave this place or ferment 'til
The sun pops and just steams away
Count down to Demon Days
These are fandangoed flashbacks
Lost in this Mad Max rangoose that we made
Stone after stone in this bleak place
Build from the burrows into deep space
And we'll keep on going 'til the
Beef steaks faker than cyphers
Sitting on a neat place
Certain they'll find us
Make for the skirting
Sleep like the pianist eight types of
Vermin which one is evilest?
Grape vines are lurking
Ears in the walls and the ceiling's
Are talking to all that's appalling
Now we can't figure it out scribble words
'til the brain waves flicker and drown
'til they're no longer shining
Dough must layers on your
Rye eyelids are writhing
Night falls greater than the giant Goliath
One slim shot in a million direct
Hit now we're killing 'em
All work and no play makes
Scissor bored of the
Copious bullshit that cradles my
Thoughts and the same deep visions that I
Cradled before get replaced
By decay as they change and contort