Jam Baxter - Wires lyrics

{Edward Scissortongue} Uhh.. bugging.. larvage Sit down.. sprockets.. f**ing hate this guy man {Jam Baxter} Erugh yeah, hard driving, foul, jam baxter [1st verse] Look look, all hail the mechanical wire man Sat with the planet like a rat in his iron hands The wrath of a giant flan, lathered in vile jam (par..) far from a flash in the frying pan More like the crust on a unwashed pot of gum What a month son, come kotch till you pop a lung Its got him konked, it's all a little bit solicious A little kid light the piff now he's in his innards When he's not beaten by illogical b**hes He's eating like a slob as he twitches, oesophagus itches Theophany of sprockets and switches Words, clicks, pops and forgotten statistics A lot of logistics, in militant munching Clunking, I cried him a river to rust in He drank it in one sip, and sat like a dumb prick Screaming "beep beep" with a can full of crushed [lips?] Hard driving.. [course x2] It goes ma** manufactured electrical odyssey Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy Snap the elastic, check the commodity Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony [2nd verse] Look I ain't even scratching the surface, wrapped in is circuits A whole population of languishing hermits Trapped in the skirmish with mountainous Daleks Grab your silver bullets and your ounces of garlic The wrong stopping mega biting your neck Smell the slime on his breath, selling slices of d**h Tenderising your chest, to my right and my left I saw it all sprawling, rise in its mess And (yes..), I'm being morbid I guess kid A field full of green can put it all in perspective A gormless collective, digital behemoth Ruler of all he surveys with a tray of slop Stale crocs, served in a box of data He's not your saviour, common slob stocking paper Flogging nature with a million MacBooks Damn that's a bra** look fam he's got mans shook {Edward Scissortongue} Seriously, get this guy, out of my house Properly like, seriously man Sponsored by Strongbow to Fumes man {Ronnie Bosh} don't forget me {Jam Baxter} K cider, boom [course x2] It goes ma** manufactured electrical odyssey Strapped to a gadget, techno-lobotomy Snap the elastic, check the commodity Wrapped up in plastic, fed to the colony [3rd verse] I saw it, all of it, in all its entirety On one sunny afternoon crawling inside of me Dwarfed by sobriety, ah the irony (sh**) I still couldn't describe it for the life of me Finding the light finally, I'm sat at the summit (yeah..) quick as a flash s**ed back in the gullet The draggle cats scamber on gelatinous rubbish Like, come here you fat slapper you love it Yeah right (yeah right), in a air tight Tupperware Nothings there, refrigerated in a rubber lair And they love it there, but I was never sure Skeletor, laying in bed with a blem of draw I saw.. the unexplored depths Scooped them all out, now there's nothing more left But a stubborn sore retch and a motherboard stretched to capacity This is what's left of reality.. reality