Jam Baxter – Snooze Button Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- He slept through it, bled fluids,
- Sank in it and swam to sea,
- Dreaming of his killer, sticking stings in his hands and feet,
- Sharpening the tangled teeth, twist them round his jaw liner,
- Skewered every organ, glued loosely to his warped spine,
- His self-seared griddled skin seems seamless,
- Never dazzled by their flashing LED Jesus,
- But the grainy jets of pressure spewing from a squeezed fetus,
- Sandblasted every sleepless second from the sea creatures,
- We, the undersigned, slumbered on the underside of HMS Slash-and-Burn,
- Sailing through the troubled sky,
- Face-up in some swamp as millions of jungle flies slide down our nails,
- Curling ever longer up the vines,
- Electric blue dagger sliced his head in two,
- And now he's half asleep, and half ejected in a petting zoo,
- Losing count of countless hopping sheep that never let him through,
- Screaming, 'We'd be better off beheading you.'
- Guess it's true.
Verse 2
- I slept through it, let's do it,
- Fill me in in four minutes,
- Spend the fifth spewing disbelief until my fourth Guinness,
- What do you mean, 'it's all finished'?
- Fucking backstabbers.
- Which gang of youths slashed my hammock cut from bandannas?
- Haphazard, hazy figure drifting in the warm brine,
- He left forty winking widows on the shoreline,
- I swore blind I never tasted evil as I stand covet,
- Then they saw the keys to Hell, gleaming in my back pocket.
- [What are these?]
- Ah, nothing.
- I'm above suspicion, was I dreaming, drunk, propping up the pub with double vision?
- 'Till fate brought a pile of files plundered from a sunken prison,
- Every unforgiven act was cataloged and numbered in them,
- [Look me up.]
- He said it with the kind of crumpled arrogance reserved for every squashed sack of scum that runs the battlements,
- And that was it,
- Top board, chloroform, belly flop, trust.
- You'll have found a bed of tenners when that penny drops.
Verse 3
- I slept through it, bet you it backfires later,
- Snoozing on the circle line, tapped by a stranger,
- 'I think you missed your stop,' he said, pointing at the carbon dust,
- Trust me, I couldn't yam the tramadol fast enough,
- Parking up the spy plane, puking on the dashboard,
- And cutting bits of ultra out the engine with a hacksaw,
- Is routine procedure when you're scratching at the backdoor,
- To every nightmarish situation you could plan for,
- I think I saw it aura, start to end,
- Must have steamrolled my damn face across the stars again,
- I should have circled every murder merchant with a marker pen,
- So when they don a mask and start charging we can laugh at them,
- Oh well, next time,
- Just hold this tonne of filth,
- I'm still reeling off the cascades of multicoloured silks,
- Just the moldy-covered guilt for the twisted little glutton,
- I got a fist full of minutes when his finger hit the button.
Verse 4
- Sitting on the edge of it all, pressed to the wall,
- Marinating in some sick, sweet source evaporating,
- These patterns changing, faster than the ill-painted, ill-faces,
- Littered all upon them watching bill cages,
- Tick, basic installation, lifetimes of information's,
- Stored on the blemish of this illustration,
- Ripped invitations, littered in a little basement,
- 'Please attend a crash course in fitting into his equation',
- Televised mission statement,
- The red eye reduction can't quell the dark crimson irises behind the sunken sockets,
- Not a knife to cut them,
- Red hot, giant mushrooms, handshakes all round,
- High five, fine eruption, hiding London's undercurrents,
- Love to love them, learn to leave them,
- One singular sun blushed, eternal season,
- Reeling into distant futures, fingers of forgotten ages,
- Prised off the shiny, newer models, confiscated,
- Fetch them at the end,
- Pixelated God's telescopic lenses, sitting taking shots,
- The great grand electric killers never knock,
- Apart from when they're sure you'll let them in and let them cotch,
- Let them off,
- They're all just naturalised, clandestine movements that tranquilise mutants,
- That sat inside, eulogise yourself,
- And if you're speechless, it speaks for itself,
- Deleted in a scream and a squelch,
- I sit in a circle where I filed a thousand solaces,
- Cycle spinning on a ship,
- Once I was an honest kid, office in the sky, house inspectors from the suited age,
- Who are they?
- Answer's on a postcard, but who can say?
- Take these, two a day,
- Have a lolly, shutup,
- Of course you ate the pavement kid, you had a shoddy run-up,
- Drug up any wide-eyed, long of the tooth, crude dreamers,
- Grin as the ballistic missiles shoot them through their gruesome features.