Jam Baxter - Wristband lyrics

I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas
To never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list

As we all performed our
Miracles in dingy clubs
You were at the door collecting ticket stubs
Shriveled up, sitting duck
Cuz' I've seen some shit that could
Make all your innards flinch
And I've got some friends that
I can't believe still exist
My mind is awash with a million images
So many parts to explore in this bitch
So I look at my life like
A glistening pick and mix
Sugar rush, I ain't sure what my limit is
He hung himself using a
String of his Licorice
The bouncers parted like the red seas
I polished off my Yah
Dong, garcon cheque please
Junkies scratching at their skin
Until their chest bleeds
You can fill a whole bulging
Bin bag with dead fleas
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas
To never ending bliss check the list
I told 'em check the list check the list

Check the account, 24p
Got a problem, never call me
When you see man skanking in silence
I'm just speaking in semaphore G
You're afraid to die
Shit that's a waste of time
Drawer full o' blindfolds
Ashamed of your naked eye
You live that heinous lie
I sat there nodding my head
Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest
Yeah I did it, i'm just immoral I guess
And tonight which suburb of hell
Should I colonise next?
Medieval freak to a modernised mess
And the gas you spout ain't rotting my flesh
Yeah their ain't no frog in my neck
I can't feed you a fork full of paradise
I ain't a qualified chef

I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas
To never ending bliss check the list
I told 'em check the list check the list

I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas
To never ending bliss check the list
I told 'em check the list check the list