Jam Baxter - Skooled By - SBTV lyrics

Excuse me for intruding in your piece of hell
I wanna be at the table when
The swollen world eats it'self
Grinning as it's licking the grease
From it's starving continents
Carving the word 'par' in my heart
As I pass the condiments
Shred the documents
I slept gripping an iron bar
Sent my mind touring the dark
Side in a hire car
The lit neon sign just read: 'live a liar
Die a star' so I arrived with my severed
Tongue in a giant jar a bar fly with a vile
Scar orders it's seventh round
The clandestine kids on the
Corners were selling brown
And I was sporting organs that
Morphed into gormless orphans
I taught to ignore the laws
Of this boring decrepit town
They had the smack soup with
Them fat crack croutons damn
I almost puked into my Lapsang Souchong fam
Watching addiction rip the stitches
Out of introverts
Is akin to clocking pigs in this
City picking a kid to search it's butters
I skip dessert and rip the skys asunder
Enveloped every atom
Left my skin beside the puncture
The drowning kitten orchestra
Begin their number
To a riotous applause from the
Kids inside the bunker
And everyday they grew less beautiful
I'd kill'em but I couldn't
Find a suplex suitable
A mass of black suit's swarm
A moon swept funeral
The eulogy was whispered by myself as usual
So come we reverse time drill a ditch
Fill it with crude oil and dessert wine
And we can take turns power
Sliding into the night
Riding a shrunken block of ice and
Return surfing the world blind