Jam Baxter, Stinkin Slumrok - Scales lyrics

Fresh from lounging in the Alpujarras
My work clothes are now pyjamas
In the shrouded darkness
Unless I'm pulling out the velvet suit
And leather gloves and silver chains
To kill the game and salsa
Dance around the carcass
You bought your whole image
With that label money
Yeah, you're funny, cute
Screw faces from your baby buggy
Teams of high rats around him
Let him masquerade his gully
I ain't gotta buy my brethren's
I ain't fucking made of money
Shit, he lost his footing and fell
Took a trip through your past and my lord
Look at the "L"s
If you're trying to find your friends just
Take a look at my shelves
'Cause these rappers are Russian dolls now
Full of themselves
I catch a seventy-pound Uber
Two trains and skied down the side of a
Himalayan mountain range, naked
To tell you to suck your mum
And turn up holding the
Same perfectly balanced double-rum
Rack this powder out and
Give the drummer some, fuck him up
Empty skull like an unmanned plane
But, I'll tell you you're a fuck
Up with your drunk dad’s brain
Lick a whole sheet
Disappear and come back sane
Screaming put your toys away
This ain't a young man's game
You've had enough champagne, sir
They chased me out the
Building past the semi-famous
Peasant begging passing kids to film him
That's a dead cow you're milking
Relax and give them hands a rest
We caught him lacking lapping up the
Sewage like a man possessed

Slap him in the car
Dump the body in the reservoir
They never get far
Yeah you were all about the talk until
It came down to the walk

So let me take a little sip
So I provoke pistol I can aim at your arm
Back wish the whole position
Try not to fade in whispers
You know what time they're testing
Be full of scales and blisters

I sense a certain sickness
In you curtain-twitchers
Never left your room
Kept it schtum as a murder witness
Oi, this year I want your world for Christmas
Scowl across the table stare you out
And chew my turkey giblets
And when my misty eyes return fire
One man shatters and becomes
A tiny church choir
Escaping in a little toy tractor
With a burst tire
Stepping in to spread your greasy rumours
You're the worst liar
You ran that net in circle
'til your skin was purple
Gossip queen, coughing lean
Trip on every single hurdle
Prodding at your bruises sitting glued
Atop your father's knee
If I ain’t feel your wave
I'll slap your snorkel off and part the sea
Fix the world, slash the sky, peel it back
Ask for me
I appear in holographic form for one
Second and charge a fee
She told me she'd been off the white
Sprawled out at my yard at three
I'd love to believe you
But that line you did was half a g
Damn, now she's never gonna shut up
Couldn't kick her habit's with
A hundred-metre run-up
The sun must've snuck up
Slapped you through the curtains
Now the vampiric shrieking’s just
A regular occurrence
Is that cold world tearing you a new rectum?
Body shoved into the reduced
Frozen fruit section
They lost a few limbs, lost a few henchmen
He streaks the bright green gutter
Like his new bedroom

Slap him in the car
Dump the body in the reservoir
They never get far
Yeah you were all about the talk until
It came down to the walk

So let me take a little sip
So I provoke pistol I can aim at your arm
Back wish the whole position
Try not to fade in whispers
You know what time they're testing
Be full of scales and blisters