White knuckle alabastor*
You're on a traffic island
With a bag of birthday cards
You're searching for a flick knife in the glovebox
It's a write off
No unauthorised personnel behind these lines
Without ID cards
Handguns are widely available
I've a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Until it's out of my system
Until it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai tunnels
White knuckle alabastor
You talk to Jesus
You talk to Jesus
In a photobooth
He wants your bank details
Your date of birth
Confess the truth
The institutions with the metal hearts
Chain the mentally ill to destitute walls
The wards of state do not illuminate the margins
I've a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Until it's out of my system
Until it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai tunnels
There you were at the start of life
Looking up into your mothers eyes
Now there's pennies on your eyelids
I've a violent demeanour
So tie me to a chair
Until it's out of my system
Down the Shanghai tunnels
I've a violent demeanour