Jam Baxter - The Stump lyrics

All seems quiet
Guess they're gonna ram it out later
My worlds were dividing
Flesh like handfuls of old newspaper
Some foul smell wrinkles the fat
Red face of the cocktail waiter
He sneezed out seven more bar staff
Scuttling around like rats in fantasia
It's all filling up
Some kid brought his whole past with him
That's him from twenty-twelve with
The meth lab
Stare and the sour cream filling
That's him from his teen-goth-lip-stick phase
We all thought he went missing
Twelve more at the back bar grinning
Me and her sat there chilling
By midnight she'd had a few kids
By seven she'd had a bunch more
It was jarring
They chewed at our kneecaps under the


Table and picked at our shins
Left deep, red scarring
At 2AM ten of my twins pulled up in
Three-wheelers and snuck through a side door
Lined up behind me ready to swap seats
And sell her a lost freak
This tequila's to die for
Damn she kept snake eggs in a silver purse
Damn now let's all multiply
Till the building bursts

He could have filled a church with shades
Of himself all kneeling in prayer
As hundreds of stained glass
Scenes from his childhood
Spin around us six feet in the air
Told them to hide in the trunk
Never mind me, I'm drunk
Swarm of people around us
Millions of twinkling-eyes in this dump
If you wanna be by yourself
You should have said that right from the jump
But when you've sawn off the left hand
How you gonna slice off the
Right with the stump?
(How you gonna slice off the
Right with a stump?)
(How you gonna slice off the
Right with a stump?)

Rumour has it I'm still in the wild wriggling
Tugging my teeth out in a Vietnamese chemist
The sun on my back, staggering
Fleeing a green menace
That's pulling my brain out and
Deleting the clean edit's
Squeezing the days dry and then
Eating the sweet relish
The sweltering heat melting the skin
On my scalp bubbling
Rattling guns firing a million
Rounds up at him
Guessing they all still ain't forgiven him
How troubling nah, lies
I'm on my ones at the
Table tucking in my napkin
Imma eat all night while
The walls are collapsing (yeah)
Blood red everything, everything matching
(matching)
Reptile eggs in the cold air hatching (yeah)
We lived our lives like sci-fi epics (epics)
Just my name three thousand
Times on the credit's (scrolling)
We were pelted with pills
Like shotgun pellets
And after a while we were just
Sending our stunt doubles to
Parties in red capes to tug
At the night's innards
Slipping in mud dribbling blood
In their wine Spritzers
Coming back with a skull and
A couple of nice pictures
All these plastic figures are peering
Out of the cupboards
I just rang the bell and
Greeted a shivering shop dummy
And every possible future is stuck
On a spinning wheel
She just pushed her little hand on
The buzzer and got lucky
'Sir! These extra faces cost money!'
I sped away grinning and burnt a full tank
He surrounded himself with himself
And then sat there waiting for
One to pull rank
The trouble ain't the endless debauchery
And depravity behind us all
The trouble's remembering every minute
But no-one's gonna turn up and hand
You a tiny island with
A single deck chair in the
Centre of the pacific
Wait, wait, never mind me, I'm drunk
Swarm of people around us millions of
Twinkling eyes in this dump
If you wanna be by yourself (you)
You should have said that right from the jump
But, when you've sawn off the left hand
How you gonna slice off the
Right with the stump? (Wait, wait)
Never mind me, I'm drunk
Swarm of people around us
Millions of twinkling eyes in this dump
If you wanna be by yourself
You should have said that right from the jump
Should have said that right from the jump