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jam baxter - bodyslam lyrics

[course x2]
still got the six legged beast in my ear
all piling up and i’m just leaving them here
my finger slipped and i deleted the year
shut your eyes and the streets will appear

[1st verse]
we spent your nights surrounded by screaming toddlers
with little toy dinosaurs lodged in your esophagus
trying to mute the murmurs of these xanny brick philosophers
stubby legs restrained by a hundred screaming officers
i’ve always been the kid, with the melting burning body
with a bag of polish vodka strolling out the turkish offy
got gremlins in my skull around the clock working on me
while the devil in an apr-n dose the rounds serving coffee
it’s like dark past, dig it up, scrub it down, pure sm-t
one man sweatshop, sewing every jaw shut
the games like, one of them, weird chicks we all f-ck
sit back, feel the rush, drugs like a warm hug
oi yeah… you were cemented as a goon
since the womb coughed you out into the tentacles of doom
and that giant shiny fishhook descended from the moon
wormed its way into your jaws and then swept you from the room

yeah

[bridge]
these c-nts all came at once
stood my ground it was your choice to flee
the fuel gauges all point to e
you’re all wimbledon ball boys to me

[2nd verse]
they came fresh from a string of their poor performances
i’m struggling to bank all the fivers i snort your auras with
and i don’t care how many little children sing your choruses
we liquidise them all and spit them out into an orphanage

f-ck it all, back me on a couple more shots
you learn to love the taste of warm blood in your scotch
all my villains keep your head, protect your skull at all costs
and i’d tell you i love you but the drugs have worn off

i’ve figured out the trick to everlasting mental health
and it’s if you go insane abroad don’t film it all yourself
spend a couple missing months becoming someone else
sneaking off into the pharmacy to clear a whole shelf
…yeah. stationary p-ssengers speed by
the young child empties a uzi in each eye
the message on the giant blimp circling the game read
“cough up. no such thing as a free high”
for real? well, pour me out the rest of your reserves
rack your rations up and stick a couple ounces on my tab
i said it with a sense of false ent-tlement bred
like a bulging eyed chihuahua in a thousand dollar bag
you were just a prune fingered thief in every shoobs
sneaking up behind the crew to jack your head up off your neck
and i was in the airborne regiment freefalling through the roof
to bodyslam your record off the deck…

[course]
still got the six legged beast in my ear
all piling up and i’m just leaving them here
my finger slipped and i deleted a year
shut your eyes and the streets will appear

- jam baxter lyrics

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