Jam Baxter – Tin Of Worms Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]
- Coors Light and terror,
- Hatch daily, die nightly
- Slipping life signs, he grip on a divine psyche,
- Stored in a poor peasant,
- War in his war essence,
- Speed's nought to now in point four seconds,
- Your precious world ain't healthy,
- The scar tissue's towers burst,
- Burden in the skies, with an ill-fitting cloud of dirt,
- Skin snapping, white mounds of powder spurt out my shirt,
- Spelling out the words 'Young and Foolish' underground,
- A worse surgeon, swim clotted u-bends,
- As that scoundrel, with a mouth full of waterboard, weapons, and a snapped scalpel,
- Demonectomies that dawn on the background,
- Full of cheap gaudy décor,
- You get what you pay for, I guess,
- Bad winner and botched operation, shocker!
- Turn to every page for the full story and grace the horror,
- Hover here, little ones, change the lock and bathe in honour,
- Palatial squalor made possible, place your offer.
Verse 2 [Chester P]
- Speak with conviction,
- Sparks from the friction,
- Dark on your doorstep with prayerless redemption:
- Destiny's henchmen, faceless attractions,
- Poverty soldiers, chasing the fractions,
- Sinister reactions, closed in my captions,
- Cane like Chaplin, cotched up backbench,
- Posture is hunchback, full grown rugrat,
- Died then I come back, survival or combat,
- Rifles or contracts, lifelessly contact,
- Contrasts melt fast, thoughts go beyond 'drat!',
- So clap, doh, cues voice of the locals,
- Learnt when I didn't go school to be a spokesman,
- Venom of a marksman, moved to advantage,
- Scars to my eyelids, modern Will Scarlet,
- Charming composure, dressed up and garnished,
- Orphans of freedom, maidens and harlets.
Hook [Jam Baxter]
- Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile,
- Moon in my pocket, money to burn,
- I got roots in the ground and my head's in the clouds,
- Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms,
- Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave,
- North winds howl on a methadone sky,
- My hand on my heart, where the truth's concerned,
- With this bat out of hell and a new tin of worms.
Verse 3 [Jam Baxter]
- My, how plush porcelain doll skull's can break easy,
- And fuck me, this train still parades creepy,
- Screeching train doors sliding, better push forth,
- Here's to the commuter that got his foot caught, splat!
- Good sport, didn't scream, penny for the bloodstain,
- Some strange, hate-fueled rebellion in love's name,
- That's raging on a bruck stage, the false wall falling,
- Keeper of a tinfoil curtain, caught snoring,
- Report him from a plastic chair, glued to an incendiary,
- Mile high monument, a glutinous confectionery,
- That looms in every rooms, so choose a suitable dispensary,
- One small step from that human of the century,
- A ward, he saw glory in the futures of his enemies,
- The flawed war stories from the students of dependency,
- Sir, is that a centipede hugging a glass ceiling,
- Or a scared pair of scorpions stuck in a jar breeding?
Verse 4 [Chester P]
- Peace for the soldiers,
- Tea for the homeless,
- Hope for the hopeless,
- Guarding a crow's nest, watching the progress,
- Earth's like a hostage, held by its offspring,
- Dying a slow death,
- Thirteenth apostle, these are my gospels,
- Native narratives, eyes that have watched you,
- Words that can touch you, child of the flowers,
- Mushrooms and ginger, praise to the powers,
- Freedom's inside me, screams in excitement,
- Freedom's for real, man, I'm talking of a triumph,
- Me and these giants, standing relentless,
- Throughout misadventures, call me the tempest,
- Strength to the strengthless, preached in a temple,
- Worshiping elements, life is essential,
- Nurture your mental, learn from your mentors,
- Sharpen your senses, change your dimensions,
- Range over race lands, fresh from the basement,
- Culled from the hatred, caused by the matrix,
- Face my reflection, classless and aimless,
- Nomads and vagrants, heroes and traitors,
- Trenches and craters, death's a hiatus,
- Hunt like hyenas, fight with your demons,
- Talk with your elders, walk with your elders,
- Talk with your elders, walk with your elders.
Hook [Jam Baxter]
- Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile,
- Moon in my pocket, money to burn,
- I got roots in the ground and my head's in the clouds,
- Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms,
- Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave,
- North winds howl on a methadone sky,
- My hand on my heart, where the truth's concerned,
- With this bat out of hell and a new tin of worms,
- Candyfloss dreams as the roulette spins,
- Gambler's eyes in the alcohol swirl,
- Drifting beyond any chance of return,
- With a handful of thoughts and a new tin of worms,
- Ships capsised on a ocean of wine,
- Pirates sing with a bottle full of rum:
- 'Yo-ho-ho,' from a state of no return,
- With a handful of thoughts and a new tin of worms.