Jam Baxter - Leash (cont.) lyrics
...and sometimes their tiny ashen legs swell into giant golden thumbs so that they may squash even themselves [Chorus] Got 'em in the end, ain't got the guts try swallowing a friends One of them skanked every shotter in the ends 'till he bounced out Feels weird watching it again Like a fly on the wall, plotting for revenge Cold stomach sank to the bottom of the Thames Sorry you'll never be anonymous again Sorry you'll never be anonymous again A singular cripple in an unspoilt morning scratches a path to a silhouetted cross Looks like a retard, better let him off He found god skanking with the devil in the loft to a two-step tape pack Spudding in the corner The demons were downstairs eating He got slapped with a ying yang, bleaching the blindfold Find something else to believe in Ears still steaming Never seen an insect bleeding, between the extremes bugged out still breathing Nah, just mimicking a chainsaw ripping through the room or squashed to the ceiling Trapped in a pint gla**, peppercorn ball and chain Pixelised face in the hall of fame Ritualised dances around the collection of rusted inventions you call a brain [Chorus] Got 'em in the end, ain't got the guts try swallowing a friends One of them skanked every shotter in the ends 'till he bounced out Feels weird watching it again Like a fly on the wall, plotting for revenge Cold stomach sank to the bottom of the Thames Sorry you'll never be anonymous again Sorry you'll never be anonymous again What, you think I wanna see you grovel Daytripping in the bits with the bluebottles All chased by an ailment salesmen, screaming "Upgrade to the new model you fossils!" Why not move with the times luminous suits hang loose on the spine End every sentence marooned in your mind with "f** 'em! The future is mine!" Rise as the king of all things with a Singapore Sling Solve every issue with a little more gin And I'd just popped out when your k**er crawled in with a smug squashed face to deliver your sting Thanks! Recline on a scorpion headrest, rise to a ripple of reluctant applause As the voice of the people we love to ignore And nothing says 'shoosh' like a punch to the jaw Numb to the core Spend a couple comfortable months in the morgue reheating Cos them man are hungry for more "Can we hear a few words for the smudge on the floor?" Sure, he excelled in the strangest places full time jobs putting apes in cages Flies on the payroll, leashed to a maypole Muddy are the eyes of the great escapist