Jam Baxter - Wristband lyrics

Hook: I've got this Wristband molded round my fist It read's access all area's to never ending bliss Check the list, I told 'em check the list Verse 1: As we all performed our miracles in dingy clubs You were at the door collecting ticket stubs Shriveled up, sitting duck Cuz' I've seen some sh** that could make all your innards flinch And I've got some friends that I can't believe still exist My mind is awash with a million images So many parts to explore in this b**h So I look at my life like a glistening pick and mix Sugar rush, I ain't sure what my limit is He hung himself using a string of his Licorice The bouncers parted like the red seas I polished off my //?Yah dong, parson, cheque please?// Junkies scratching at their skin until their chest bleeds You can fill a whole bulging bin bag with dead fleas Hook: I've got this Wristband molded round my fist It read's access all area's to never ending bliss Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list Verse 2: Check the account, 24 P Got a problem never call me When you see man stanking in silence I'm just speaking in //?semaphore?// G You're afraid to die, sh** that's a waste of time //?drawer full o' Blindfolds?// A shame to your naked eye You live that heinous lie, I sat there nodding my head Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest Yeah I did it, i'm just immoral I guess And tonight which suburb of hell should I colonize next? Medieval freak to a modernized mess And the gas you spout ain't rotting my flesh Yeah their ain't no frog in my neck I can't feed you a fork full of paradise I ain't a qualified chef Hook: I've got this Wristband molded round my fist It read's access all area's to never ending bliss Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list X2