Jam Baxter - Incoming lyrics

Hold tight the hangers Wet cement swimmers front crawling through their manors Eye stabbers, neck wringers, skin picking scammers I watched them all sliding down the ladders from the sky Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers The little wet brain splatters on the sheets From the shootouts that rage between your ears as you sleep got you shook I love it when sh** gets obese So you can slash a hole and let the fat trickle through the streets Options for failure: Blame your old man Or pick a partner and paint yourselves pink and hold hands Like twin fa**es Dragging floral print baggage Comparing dead bugs and superficial wing damage We've all juiced a couple grim gashes, taken licks, sold powder, puked up and switched planets Normal So I ain't f**ing with your checklist when every winning soul is in that bin marked defectives "Blessed are the meek, but they ain't gonna inherit a single penny shred of meat or drop of medicine from me mister savour!" Barked your favourite ignoramus his tight fists bleeding on his pearly white trainers Stainless, controlled by one plastic bu*ton That triggers a sudden jet of blood to end any discussion Geeks in the towers like "f** em!" I dug the fine china out and stuffed their faces in the oven [Chorus] Singing incoming incoming fling a rock k** them all Sting summmin sting summin f** the rules pin them up Swing summin swing summin Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing (they ain't gonna win nothing) f** 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out Flooding in the streets let another one drown, f** 'em f** 'em up now Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious That your mutant superpowers are officially fictitious Comic book villains, young, dumb and ambitious Mouth snothered in a warm smile that gave us all the shivers "These oily sacks of bile are just delicious! Where did you source the mangled human heart you're squeezing?!" I continued asking, made a drunken cra** remark Was ejected from the premises and grew to love the feeling And so the plan is still to skid along a winning streak Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling and swiging bleach And greet d**h grinning with a full set of missing teeth Earthworm twin middle fingers to the chicken beaks And when the freaks came to bite away your flesh I'd never heard the word 'f**' used to quite the same effect It was special It's funny how divine skin gleaming in a pool of golden light is drawn to every precious meta Strange, I shrugged off the thought and kept vibesing Deep black cloud, tin foil lining Everything's divine therefore everything is shining You are not complete yet, we are not surviving These are not your peole, all moving skatty Like a three legged staffy chasing pigeons in an alley There's a very real feeling at the bottom of that baggy I booted with as many human eyes as I could carry [Chorus] Singing incoming incoming fling a rock k** them all Sting summmin sting summin f** the rules pin them up Swing summin swing summin Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing (they ain't gonna win nothing) f** 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out Flooding in the streets let another one drown, f** 'em f** 'em up now