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Jam Baxter
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Sorry, busy being a king Suck the guts out the city leaving the skin You ain't my lover, you're Billie Jean, you're a fling You're a piglet in East London with skinny jeans and a trim I had every statue in the square mile sobbing The rust covered their eyes like bubbles of blood clotting As I occupied a basement bar in a burning building And sat at the back mumbling, wondering who's shotting Better act right, flies all drowning in my flat white My skull gets heavy but I pack light See you on the runway, you're in for a bad flight God is on your stairwell, polishing a crack pipe Turn it off, babe, it's a rerun These ice cold streets got your feet numb I been taking heads off, holla if you need one Careful with the stitches, tell 'em Every trip back to my city is fraught with the same dangers Little Timmy arrives with a bag of them game changer Spikes your glass of red with a couple of haymakers And you come to in a brothel in Romford a day later We've all been there Set up camp, fought a battle, lost a limb there Came back swinging and ran for office I'm counting on your support, you'd better all have your wallets We skittered round to the back with a bucket and drank the profits So meet my reality starved friend We watch them all die just glad that we aren't them He screamed "All hail humanity, amen" As he sat and bit the head of a battery farmed hen 'Cause shit can all change at an uncomfortable pace In Gatwick blinded by lights lugging a case and it hit me Shoosh, they're all undercovers Jake Evil hags keeping tabs on your drug intake Elderly women with guns in their wastebands for you Stare down from the balcony firing until their hands are blue Tears fell from the ceiling, we sat back and we drank a few Holding a rubber mask without a face to attach it to Wind up dolls In little toy cars In frilly white bibs Lacking any scarce My skin's got too many sharp edges Intruders skewered on barbed fences Your brain slumbers on too many park benches Can't see you in these dark trenches We tore their eyes out calmly and fed the lions You built your line up nicely and fed your clients I'll be at departure nursing a Martini And my bag just contains a selection of Red Hawaiians Legionnarie with a gun and a gold beret Surviving on a diet of cider and cold penny If I said I hated you after a couple beers Just text me a couple tears and save me the whole essay 95 percent of my brain is marked N/A I'll carve the rest off and feed it to him at once He stared at the plate while she was chewing the chunks So he was at yard crying while she was hoovering bumps Every night, born again, leave me be, talk to them, kicked out street Can someone tell 'em we're important men Please miss, ignore my friend He must be on that awful stuff I'm threatening him with sedatives One day he'll call my bluff I whisper "kids stick around I'll make you famous" Just fatten up a touch and you'll play every stage in Vegas We'll now present a human who can make his past disappear Saw himself cleaning half and eat a plate of razors But now I drag and dribbling hound through rolling mountains Under a thick vermilion sky that just falls around him And it's funny how your innards can f*ck with your whole surroundings That's a plastic toy wrestler giving your soul a pounding Is it you, (Is it you?), in that poorly built confession booth? On your 1s tugging at your tongue yelling ‘tell the truth' Son, can't the devil lend you a helping hoof, he's only over there cross legged in a velvet suit I stood still, underneath a linen sheet, swiftly whisked softly by an invalid with gritted teeth, screaming ‘gather round' cause we're exhibiting the finished piece, covered in blue bruises and oozing with fried chicken grease Permanent swarm of bugs around a head A pack of gurned up horses couldn't drag it out of bed, it cried ‘flee your houses, every man in town is dead' I just clicked my heels and cracked a dragon stout instead
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