Jam Baxter - Red Hawaiian lyrics

Sorry, busy being a king
Suck the guts out the city leaving the skin
You ain't my lover,  you're Billie Jean
 you're a fling
You're a piglet in East London with
Skinny jeans and a trim
I had every statue in the square mile sobbing
The rust covered their eyes like
Bubbles of blood clotting
As I occupied a basement bar
In a burning building
And sat at the back mumbling
Wondering who's shotting better act right
Flies all drowning in my flat white
My skull gets heavy but I pack light
See you on the runway
You're in for a bad flight
God is on your stairwell
Polishing a crack pipe
Turn it off, babe, it's a rerun
These ice cold streets got your feet numb


I been taking heads off
Holla if you need one
Careful with the stitches, tell 'em
Every trip back to my city is
Fraught with the same dangers
Little Timmy arrives with a bag
Of them game changer
Spikes your glass of red with
A couple of haymakers
And you come to in a brothel
In Romford a day later we've all been there
Set up camp, fought a battle
Lost a limb there
Came back swinging and ran for office
I'm counting on your support
You'd better all have your wallets
We skittered round to the back with
A bucket and drank the profit's
So meet my reality starved friend
We watch them all die just
Glad that we aren't them
He screamed "All hail humanity, amen"
As he sat and bit the head
Off a battery farmed hen
'Cause shit can all change
At an uncomfortable pace
In Gatwick blinded by lights lugging a
Case and it hit me
Shoosh, they're all undercovers Jake
Evil hags keeping tabs on your drug intake
Elderly women with guns in
Their waistband for you
Stare down from the balcony firing
Until their hands are blue
Tears fell from the ceiling
We sat back and we drank a few
Holding a rubber mask without a
Face to attach it to wind up dolls
In little toy cars in frilly white bibs
Lacking any scars
My skin's got too many sharp edges
Intruders skewered on barbed fences
Your brain slumbers on too many park benches
Can't see you in these dark trenches
We tore their eyes out calmly
And fed the lions
You built your line up nicely
And fed your clients
I'll be at departures nursing a Martini
And my bag just contains a
Selection of Red Hawaiians

Legionnarie with a gun and a gold beret
Surviving on a diet of cider and cold penne
If I said I hated you after a couple beers
Just text me a couple tears and
Save me the whole essay
95 percent of my brain is marked N a
I'll carve the rest off it and
Feed it to him at once
He stared at the plate while
She was chewing the chunks
So he was at yard crying
While she was hoovering bumps
Every night, born again, leave me
Be, talk to them, kicked out street
Can someone tell 'em we're important men
Please miss, ignore my friend
He must be on that awful stuff
I'm threatening him with sedatives
One day he'll call my bluff
I whisper "kids stick around
I'll make you famous"
Just fatten up a touch and you'll
Play every stage in Vegas
We now present a human who
Can make his past disappear
Saw himself clean in half and
Eat a plate of razors
But now I drag a dribbling
Hound through the rolling mountains
Under a thick vermilion sky that
Just folds around him
And it's funny how your innards can
Fuck with your whole surroundings
That’s a plastic toy wrestlers giving
Your soul a pounding is it you
(Is it you?)
In that poorly built confession booth?
On your ones tugging at your
Tongue yelling ‘tell the truth’
Son, can't the devil lend you a helping hoof
He’s only over there cross legged
In a velvet suit
I stood still, underneath a linen sheet
Swiftly whisked
Off me by an invalid with gritted teeth
Screaming ‘gather round’ cause we’re
Exhibiting the finished piece
Covered in blue bruises and oozing
With fried chicken grease
Permanent swarm of bugs around a head
A pack of gurned up horses couldn’t drag it
Out of bed, it cried ‘flee your houses
Every man in town is dead’
I just clicked my heels and
Cracked a Dragon Stout instead