Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]:
Warblin' in unison
Gods in the lamp shade
Buzzin' round the bulb and engulfing in black flames
Sculpting the landscape
Sinkin' in a steam cloud
Three miles, sippin' pink liquid in the dream lounge
Slumped on a chaise longue
Locked in a lavish room
Bruised blood brains outside on the black and blue
Parachutes gather in the skies that we rattle through
Mechanised metal eyes wide in a panic room
Verse 2 [Edward Scissortongue]:
Dogs howl at the stench of this verse
Spinnin' earth, spinnin' worse in the dirt where we lurk
Swimming, life's quite rosy again
Tides turned as the lines blurred lure with the modus extends
A stones throw from the cinema screen
A slow focus, atrocious
The flow blows linear beams
Live quotes, man I'm riddled with these
A live quote, right nose
Tide slows on Gilligan's dreams
Verse 3 [Jam Baxter]:
Squirming a burst freight
From a circle of birds murmuring
Perched in a burnt tree
I've been deep in the dirt lurking
The scourge of the Earth
Evenly bleading, was worth murdering
Murdered it weren't me it was, him
My Jam flingin' doppelgänger
Tin headed ink smidge
Smudge of forgotten matter
Squashed to the cosmos
Cracks in his rotten bladder
Screaming out "wa what, wa what" like he's got a stammer
Verse 4 [Edward Scissortongue]:
Never the walls with the filth of your body, spews
Enemies run to the hills in atomic suits
Who's seen Jacob?
He's late for the comet suit
Caged in a hobbit zoo
Taped in a manger, to rocket boots
Fly now little one
Time goes fast when you're flying with Scissortongue
Siphon the billabong and extract the diamonds
Priceless, ride with the periscope tyrants
Verse 5 [Jam Baxter]:
Silence
For the leech to your left
Tryin' a wrap his leather bound head around d**h
But it's blessed
I've been in these beat up creps in a suit
Moonwalking on this greased up ledge
For a minute
And I ain't gonna slip 'til I'm finished
You can't weave wings with a string of defeats
Flingin' free tickets to the peepholes
Drilled to the floor
To watch you burn
Spinning Earth squirt filled from his core
Verse 6 [Edward Scissortongue]:
Feeble in that ending zone
Birth of the tyrants
Snipers, I spy a mighty fine person
Fives times exciting
Life for white lie
Arrive on light bikes and like the tribes worship
Time for a purge of the honesty bank
It's properly rank but still my philosophy stands
And that's a one a penny ticket to the rocket I man
An ocular scan
It's ether in the oxygen tanks
Verse 7 [Jam Baxter]:
Yeah
The kid hates sirens
Brick walls and blindness
And skipped town
Skipping the pitfalls, enlightened
Bring forth the tyrants
Poorly drawn monsters
Scrawled on the back of a scrawny sore conscience
Spot the imposters
Pins in their squashed eyes
Hog tied demons
At least they were on time
Bonsai trees and the midges that climb them
Flattened in a second when a fist hit the island
Verse 8 [Edward Scissortongue]:
Five knuckles settle on your chin
Like a hench war
Savage in a second
City rising d**h chord
d**h sports bellow in this interstellar downpour
Send more victims to the gallows where I count swords
One sword
Two sword
Three swords
Four swords
Seventeen shine in the rack by the front door
Heaven seems sh**e so I stride out to hunt more
One more barb done, that's what the tongs for