Jam Baxter - Everything lyrics

(Introduction: There's nothing like a good old fashioned character a**a**ination from the ex. The last month seems to have been spent fashioning a crude middle finger for her personal viewing. Personally, I thought I was building a six story hotel in the future.) Song bout girl, No. 467 Science of a triple heart bypa** Cold sterile pebble in a little dark mineshaft beating Keyhole surgery Tests reveal a heap of dead canaries and the mustard gas leaking internally Hacksaw, scalpel, suction Watch a pulsating lump of muscle malfunction And chew through the chest hitch hiking out of London Numb thumbs on spaghetti junction Ready when I pull up, set up a canteen for cannibals A soup kitchen run by a park of deformed animals As pureed faces in shot gla**es slip into gullets and some slugish reality seems magical Tube fed the pa**ion, gla** heart suspended in slick silver talons, so quick Fill the chasm with these braindead slugs Take less d** Cold hands slipping into latex gloves You were just another underfed prawn With some mummified remains in the oven kept warm Reignite the feeling with a jug of sweat poured onto dry skin Skewered by a double edged sword Rubbernecking at another wreck drawnby the purge as the blood escapes Cut the brakes Hit and run burn rubber stop switch number plates Blind drunk speeding to the border trying to jump the gates Ice box chock full of shring wrapped organs Shop soiled goods out of all four corners And basically it seems we're benign A tumour in remission in a state of decline Cable tied to the table eyes vacant Awake with a circular scar on the pavement Dust covered boxes in a pitch black stock room It seems we've exhausted every option Now get out Dive in the chest take [everything] Fill the cold cavity with [anything] Look deep in her eyes find [everything] And spill it all on the floor like it's [anything] (2x)