Jam Baxter - Wings Cost Extra lyrics

[Verse 1] I've been staring off this roof for as long as I can remember In an unspent hour I buried in late December Where the icy winds tug and unravel your raison d'être And the scene beyond swells in its dirty decadent splendour A mere blemish in a scene seldom relished Dogs howl and withering addicts hang at the chemist I shrugged of the lingering grip of the psychedelics And grabbed one his the neck To examine his drab aesthetics His skin hung like patchwork hammocks from his limbs Gaping mouth like an ink stain splattered on his chin The sweat cascaded from his palms With a stance reminiscent of a circus bear balanced on a pin I travelled on a whim aboard the final train to central To where the world's weirdest freaks and invalids a**emble The torrential rain flooded our minds with squirming invertebrates That dictate our movements through pockets of heavy turbulence Pigs prod at a child, losers become cheaters Strange wild beasts eat buckets of lesser creatures All the dealers either shrunk to single cell amoebas, burnt their Features off, robbed their connections or found Jesus Disembodied heads in dusty corners Headless bodies inject liquor directly into their organs The never ending crux of a very strange performance The beauty's in the gutters This entire world is flawless [Hook] Scramble for a seat at the centre, fangs on discount, wings cost extra Still freefalling on a seven day bender, leap from the cliff tops, wings cost extra Still in awe of it all, tear a hole in the head, cram it full of debris Bag of souls to injest Primal spasm for one, peel an inch from the brain Whisk the earth to a pulp, sit and drink the remains Air heavy with sin, name written in lights Wouldn't swap it for sh**, eyes teaming with life Keep hold of your face, days mimic a dream Still chewing the sky, reboot the machine [Verse 2] The smell of crack wafts from the brothel beside the chicken shop Above a sewer teeming with giant beetles and k**er wasps Opposite the corner where kids gorge on forbidden slop And when their stomachs burst, wipe their innards off And go about your business Blind eyes in a barrel, a tycoon launches grenades at a herd of cattle Slimy little boutiques buried beneath the gravel sell portable weapons For the k**er that likes to travel The modern mammal, a delicate balance of blood and flesh I spat the phlegm from my mouth and swung a left Past a crowd of braying patriots dying a dozen d**hs And a crazed woman drilling a hole in her lover's chest I saw them all smeared across my vision You were always taught to fear the competition The gin took a hold of the scene and pulled it apart Revealing manic pigs slithering adders and rabid gibbons All tearing through the hours Fiends feed addictions Inpatients rattle off an endless list of symptoms The earth yawns and wipes a city from existence In a mouthful of crumbling buildings and little infants I leaned forward and ordered another double And tunnelled out of my mind through a forest of fat and muscle f**ed on every such substance you could fit atop a shovel I text my bredrin and tell her I've been staying out of trouble Yeah right [Hook] Shuffle off the edge