Jam Baxter, Chester P - Tin of Worms lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter, Chester P - Tin of Worms lyrics]
Coarse light and terror
Hatch daily, die nightly
Slipping life signs
He grip on a divine psyche
Stored in a poor peasant
War in his war essence
Speed's nought to now in point four seconds
Your precious world ain't healthy
The scar tissue's towers burst
Burden in the skies
With an ill-fitting cloud of dirt
Skin snapping
White mounds of powder spurt out my shirt
Spelling out the words 'Young
And Foolish' underground
A worse surgeon, swim clotted u-bends
As that scoundrel, with a mouth
Full of waterboard, weapons
And a snapped scalpel
Demonectomies that dawn on the background
Full of cheap gaudy décor
You get what you pay for, I guess
Bad winner in botched operation shocker!
Turn to every page for the full
Story and grace the horror
Hover here, little ones
Change the lock and bathe in honour
Palatial squalor made possible
Place your offer
Speak with conviction
Sparks from the friction
Dark on your doorstep
With prayerless redemption:
Destiny's henchmen, faceless attractions
Poverty soldiers, chasing the fractions
Sinister reactions, closed in my captions
Cane like Chaplin, cotched up backbench
Posture is hunchback, full grown rugrat
Died then I come back, survival or combat
Rifles or contracts, lifelessly contact
Contrasts melt fast
Thoughts go beyond 'drat!'
So clap, doh, cues voice of the locals
Learnt when I didn't go school
To be a spokesman
Venom of a marksman, moved to advantage
Scars to my eyelids, modern Will Scarlet
Charming composure, dressed up and garnished
Orphans of freedom, maidens and harlets
Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile
Moon in my pocket, money to burn
I got roots in the ground and
My head's in the clouds
Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms
Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave
North winds howl on a methadone sky
My hand on my heart
Where the truth's concerned
With this bat out of hell and
A new tin of worms
My, how plush porcelain doll
Skull's can break easy
And fuck me, this train still parades creepy
Screeching train doors sliding
Better push forth
Here's to the commuter that
Got his foot caught, splat!
Good sport, didn't scream
Penny for the bloodstain some strange
Hate-fueled rebellion in love's name
That's raging on a bruck stage
The false wall falling
Keeper of a tinfoil curtain, caught snoring
Report him from a plastic chair
Glued to an incendiary
Mile high monument, a glutinous confectionery
That looms in every rooms
So choose a suitable dispensary
One small step from that human
Of the century award
He saw glory in the futures of his enemies
The flawed war stories from
The students of dependency
Sir, is that a centipede
Hugging a glass ceiling
Or a scared pair of scorpions
Stuck in a jar breeding?
Peace for the soldiers tea for the homeless
Hope for the hopeless
Guarding a crow's nest, watching the progress
Earth's like a hostage
Held by it's offspring dying a slow death
Thirteenth apostle, these are my gospels
Native narratives, eyes that have watched you
Words that can touch you
Child of the flowers
Mushrooms and ginger, praise to the powers
Freedom's inside me, screams in excitement
Freedom's for real, man
I'm talking of a triumph
Me and these giants, standing relentless
Throughout misadventures, call me the tempest
Strength to the strengthless
Preached in a temple
Worshiping elements, life is essential
Nurture your mental, learn from your mentors
Sharpen your senses, change your dimensions
Range over race lands
Fresh from the basement
Culled from the hatred, caused by the matrix
Face my reflection, classless and aimless
Nomads and vagrants, heroes and traitors
Trenches and craters, death's a hiatus
Hunt like hyenas, fight with your demons
Talk with your elders, walk with your elders
Talk with your elders, walk with your elders
Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile
Moon in my pocket, money to burn
I got roots in the ground and
My head's in the clouds
Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms
Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave
North winds howl on a methadone sky
My hand on my heart
Where the truth's concerned
With this bat out of hell and
A new tin of worms
Candyfloss dreams as the roulette spins
Gambler's eyes in the alcohol swirl
Drifting beyond any chance of return
With a handful of thoughts and
A new tin of worms
Ships capsised on a ocean of wine
Pirates sing with a bottle full of rum:
'Yo-ho-ho, ' from a state of no return
With a handful of thoughts and
A new tin of worms
Hatch daily, die nightly
Slipping life signs
He grip on a divine psyche
Stored in a poor peasant
War in his war essence
Speed's nought to now in point four seconds
Your precious world ain't healthy
The scar tissue's towers burst
Burden in the skies
With an ill-fitting cloud of dirt
Skin snapping
White mounds of powder spurt out my shirt
Spelling out the words 'Young
And Foolish' underground
A worse surgeon, swim clotted u-bends
As that scoundrel, with a mouth
Full of waterboard, weapons
And a snapped scalpel
Demonectomies that dawn on the background
Full of cheap gaudy décor
You get what you pay for, I guess
Bad winner in botched operation shocker!
Turn to every page for the full
Story and grace the horror
Hover here, little ones
Change the lock and bathe in honour
Palatial squalor made possible
Place your offer
Speak with conviction
Sparks from the friction
Dark on your doorstep
With prayerless redemption:
Destiny's henchmen, faceless attractions
Poverty soldiers, chasing the fractions
Sinister reactions, closed in my captions
Cane like Chaplin, cotched up backbench
Posture is hunchback, full grown rugrat
Died then I come back, survival or combat
Rifles or contracts, lifelessly contact
Contrasts melt fast
Thoughts go beyond 'drat!'
So clap, doh, cues voice of the locals
Learnt when I didn't go school
To be a spokesman
Venom of a marksman, moved to advantage
Scars to my eyelids, modern Will Scarlet
Charming composure, dressed up and garnished
Orphans of freedom, maidens and harlets
Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile
Moon in my pocket, money to burn
I got roots in the ground and
My head's in the clouds
Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms
Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave
North winds howl on a methadone sky
My hand on my heart
Where the truth's concerned
With this bat out of hell and
A new tin of worms
My, how plush porcelain doll
Skull's can break easy
And fuck me, this train still parades creepy
Screeching train doors sliding
Better push forth
Here's to the commuter that
Got his foot caught, splat!
Good sport, didn't scream
Penny for the bloodstain some strange
Hate-fueled rebellion in love's name
That's raging on a bruck stage
The false wall falling
Keeper of a tinfoil curtain, caught snoring
Report him from a plastic chair
Glued to an incendiary
Mile high monument, a glutinous confectionery
That looms in every rooms
So choose a suitable dispensary
One small step from that human
Of the century award
He saw glory in the futures of his enemies
The flawed war stories from
The students of dependency
Sir, is that a centipede
Hugging a glass ceiling
Or a scared pair of scorpions
Stuck in a jar breeding?
Peace for the soldiers tea for the homeless
Hope for the hopeless
Guarding a crow's nest, watching the progress
Earth's like a hostage
Held by it's offspring dying a slow death
Thirteenth apostle, these are my gospels
Native narratives, eyes that have watched you
Words that can touch you
Child of the flowers
Mushrooms and ginger, praise to the powers
Freedom's inside me, screams in excitement
Freedom's for real, man
I'm talking of a triumph
Me and these giants, standing relentless
Throughout misadventures, call me the tempest
Strength to the strengthless
Preached in a temple
Worshiping elements, life is essential
Nurture your mental, learn from your mentors
Sharpen your senses, change your dimensions
Range over race lands
Fresh from the basement
Culled from the hatred, caused by the matrix
Face my reflection, classless and aimless
Nomads and vagrants, heroes and traitors
Trenches and craters, death's a hiatus
Hunt like hyenas, fight with your demons
Talk with your elders, walk with your elders
Talk with your elders, walk with your elders
Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile
Moon in my pocket, money to burn
I got roots in the ground and
My head's in the clouds
Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms
Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave
North winds howl on a methadone sky
My hand on my heart
Where the truth's concerned
With this bat out of hell and
A new tin of worms
Candyfloss dreams as the roulette spins
Gambler's eyes in the alcohol swirl
Drifting beyond any chance of return
With a handful of thoughts and
A new tin of worms
Ships capsised on a ocean of wine
Pirates sing with a bottle full of rum:
'Yo-ho-ho, ' from a state of no return
With a handful of thoughts and
A new tin of worms