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Red Wine Lips
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Jam Baxter
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Yeah, I hate to break it to you But you're a plastic ballerina in a paper tutu A skull plucked from a conveyor belt of doll's heads Glued onto a body and screwed onto some false legs So when that buck-toothed two year old lifts the lid You better dance like a spinning pig Apple in his mouth on a spit in the wild west crackling softly With two forks in his pink skin just like blades in a bleeding zombie, here's a heads-up Your room full of rotisserie chicken Eaten shred by shred by a team of mystery women Sat in the afterlife reading my obituary, grinning He blew himself to bits and took the entire industry with him, sorry I hate to be the bearer of bad news But it would seem you're all just toddlers wearing your dad's shoes You stared in disbelief at his cavernous size twelves like it had just hit him Never stare at a man's hooves it's unhealthy You waited out the night, the earth quakes Sat sewing sequins on the skin of your preferred face sh*t was all cool until a party of concerned snakes Tunnelled through your eye sockets searching for your worst traits I slithered in on some "hey sarge, I think we found him" Every word he said was like a ninety minute indie album Screeching through the tannoy with the volume stuck on fifty thousand Pull the plug and switch 'em off, switch 'em off Switch 'em off Switch 'em off The chicks took sly digs at his red wine lips And murmured 'bout the insects that hide under his eyelids The ones he did lines with Maintaining is heavenly despite the devil gently slapping his face on every night shift I pushed the tiny button on his chin His face swang open to reveal the demons rummaging within I assume the undercovers and the bleeding ex-lovers Simply never bothered reading the instructions on his skin I'm gone, the sun clambered up as we left Draped in our gruesome sins, feeling comfortably dressed All the creatures from the past who're all just drunkenly swept under the rug'll flicker back to life and come for me next That's cruel[?] Just gimme a desert plane to stare across And let my body slowly disappear beneath a layer of moss And if you're gonna tell us we ain't gods and we ain't solid gold then please provide a perforated tongue so we can tear 'em off Tear 'em off
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