Wings Cost Extra Lyrics

Wings Cost Extra by Jam Baxter

• I've been staring off this roof for as long as I can remember
• In an unspent hour I buried in late December
• Where the icy winds tug and unravel your raison d'être
• And the scene beyond swells in its dirty decadent splendour
• A mere blemish in a scene seldom relished
• Dogs howl and withering addicts hang at the chemist
• I shrugged of the lingering grip of the psychedelics
• And grabbed one his the neck
• To examine his drab aesthetics
• His skin hung like patchwork hammocks from his limbs
• Gaping mouth like an ink stain splattered on his chin
• The sweat cascaded from his palms
• With a stance reminiscent of a circus bear balanced on a pin
• I travelled on a whim aboard the final train to central
• To where the world's weirdest freaks and invalids assemble
• The torrential rain flooded our minds with squirming invertebrates
• That dictate our movements through pockets of heavy turbulence
• Pigs prod at a child, losers become cheaters
• Strange wild beasts eat buckets of lesser creatures
• All the dealers either shrunk to single cell amoebas, burnt their
• Features off, robbed their connections or found Jesus
• Disembodied heads in dusty corners
• Headless bodies inject liquor directly into their organs
• The never ending crux of a very strange performance
• The beauty's in the gutters
• This entire world is flawless

• Scramble for a seat at the centre, fangs on discount, wings cost extra
• Still freefalling on a seven day bender, leap from the cliff tops, wings cost extra
• Still in awe of it all, tear a hole in the head, cram it full of debris
• Bag of souls to injest
• Primal spasm for one, peel an inch from the brain
• Whisk the earth to a pulp, sit and drink the remains
• Air heavy with sin, name written in lights
• Wouldn't swap it for shit, eyes teaming with life
• Keep hold of your face, days mimic a dream
• Still chewing the sky, reboot the machine

• The smell of crack wafts from the brothel beside the chicken shop
• Above a sewer teeming with giant beetles and killer wasps
• Opposite the corner where kids gorge on forbidden slop
• And when their stomachs burst, wipe their innards off
• And go about your business
• Blind eyes in a barrel, a tycoon launches grenades at a herd of cattle
• Slimy little boutiques buried beneath the gravel sell portable weapons
• For the killer that likes to travel
• The modern mammal, a delicate balance of blood and flesh
• I spat the phlegm from my mouth and swung a left
• Past a crowd of braying patriots dying a dozen deaths
• And a crazed woman drilling a hole in her lover's chest
• I saw them all smeared across my vision
• You were always taught to fear the competition
• The gin took a hold of the scene and pulled it apart
• Revealing manic pigs slithering adders and rabid gibbons
• All tearing through the hours
• Fiends feed addictions
• Inpatients rattle off an endless list of symptoms
• The earth yawns and wipes a city from existence
• In a mouthful of crumbling buildings and little infants
• I leaned forward and ordered another double
• And tunnelled out of my mind through a forest of fat and muscle
• Fucked on every such substance you could fit atop a shovel
• I text my bredrin and tell her I've been staying out of trouble
• Yeah right

• Scramble for a seat at the centre, fangs on discount, wings cost extra
• Still freefalling on a seven day bender, leap from the cliff tops, wings cost extra
• Still in awe of it all, tear a hole in the head, cram it full of debris
• Bag of souls to injest
• Primal spasm for one, peel an inch from the brain
• Whisk the earth to a pulp, sit and drink the remains
• Air heavy with sin, name written in lights
• Wouldn't swap it for shit, eyes teaming with life
• Keep hold of your face, days mimic a dream
• Still chewing the sky, reboot the machine

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