Jam Baxter - Caravan lyrics

(Hook) Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere X2 (Verse 1) Midnight, sand dunes, space flight, trashed rooms Frog spawn, jack moves, silk tongue, rat suits All of the above have played a part in my awakening And peppered every dream inside this severed head I'm cradling I left after dark, sped past the guards, handed em a shovel yellin' "X marks the path" One too many nights at a chess-masters yard Where a j**eler and a thief split the rent half and half Read between the stretch marks and scars little wench Them two names within a heart carved in a bench aren't ours I said it with impeccable mystique as I hot-wired a 747 with my teeth Last week the memories are patchy the word is I left a bleeding segment of myself in every taxi And crawled out the last as a disembodied fist Still swinging, still missing, still pissed It was like this.. (Hook) Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere X2 (Verse 2) I found a creepy little leaflet in a thick greasy mess It said how to skip town in just 6 easy steps Roll a zoot, spark it Run screaming like a harlot with a bright red target on your chest Then just head west, dodge bullets like a G While the maggots from your back, back-flip into the sea I ripped it into bits, sounds gash, poured a shot and stood back To watch the world burn, surveying the debris Damn, what a huge f**in' mess, the crews unimpressed There's bare screaming kids and just a few muzzles left I was running on a full tank of booze blood and sweat They were broom covered goons with a few bu*ters skets So strap a new saddle to this old swollen pig And I'll show you what a cold shoulder is in 5 seconds Bought em all a chrysalis and crawled aboard a missile ship and taught em all To never talk sh** in my presence (Hook) Kicked out the caravan, somewhere left of everywhere Someone told me all my dead relatives were buried there You will never see me ever sitting still in any chair Running round the desert picking thorns from my derriere X2 (Verse 3) Smash and grab, pack a bag, boot I'll be halfway to Paris, sat strapping that zoot By the time you finished asking that question You can have this chat with your reflection Smash and grab, pack a bag, boot I'll be dead in Calcutta in a tattered black suit By the time you finished asking that question You can have this chat with your reflection