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pigs wings - jam baxter lyrics

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yeah yeah.. here we are again..
naive on the boards.. etcetera..
sh-t, ohh sh-t..

[1st verse]
the rinse out begins, the pig found some wings
in a box of dead gods with tin crowns and rings
so he shot his lead socks, ripped out his limbs
now he’s swinging in the mists and twigs howling whims

in this mound of skin, a druids at work
flogging my mind with bottles of wine to ruin my chirps
if a, hog in the sky’s worth two in the dirt
then the, songs that i write are worth losing a bird for

the beautiful turf war, lashings of blood stew
ending in an alley with a p-ssionate “f-ck you”
reality floods through, bursting the boiler
the world’s worst surfer immersed in the moisture

the world is my oyster, salty and snot textured
a hot breakfast, poultry in gods dentures
for lost emperors, naw at the gibblets
ripped from the jaws of the fortunate piglets

[course]
it’s like when i think i might spend my life in this place
feels like the first time i had a knife in my face
like a thief in the night, try to escape
from the scene of the crime and the cycle of waste

now when i think of all the swag rhymers that spit
feels like somebody just light a fire in my ribs
live from the bits, lighting my spliff
scatty jam baxter, time for the rinse

[2nd verse]
it’s like six billion individually wrapped idiots
chilling in big buckets then smothered in some stickiness
if money’s worth anything, they would be worth nothing
if nothing was something it would just look like their gums running

the pr-cks.. but f-ck it its criss
the mother of [?] shimmers above covered in fish
rubbing her t-ts, tripping a muggle of troublesome kids
stuck in the bits, pick it up and unb-tton your lips and just…

scream.. scream to the high heavens
i am, and my life is my weapon
and im’a swing it like a sack of sharp shanks
moving like a one man avalanche, m-ss

there’s a rat in our ranks, die hard munters
drunkards, double glazed eyes dart upwards
as my heart ruptures and time starts crumbling
stumbling in life’s dark mineshaft mumbling

[course]
it’s like when i think i might spend my life in this place
feels like the first time i had a knife in my face
like a thief in the night, try to escape
from the scene of the crime and the cycle of waste

now when i think of all the swag rhymers that spit
feels like somebody just light a fire in my ribs
live from the bits, lighting my spliff
scatty jam baxter, time for the rinse

[3rd verse]
now i’m all that i was born to be and more
since i cheifed up the sorcerer that haunted me before
creeped up the tree trunk, bought a key of draw
now i’m watching as they wonder what their sores are weeping for

and i can sort of see the sh0r- though these blood fled blinkers
swimming in the rubble with the undead drifters
rum swilling, sc-m spitting, rough neck sickness
stick it like a smudge to the sm-t drenched fisters

see i was always that breh, sat there, mashed up
tranqued dark kids on the rinse till the taps clog
that slug, picking at some mystical hand guts
turns out they were made of fictional sp-ck dust

d-mn, there fat f-cks are chilling in my fridge again
rinsing all my chicken fillets dribbling and spitting phlegm
until the bitter end im’a slap them about
dragging them out, cramp some champion fraff in their mouths

[course]
it’s like when i think i might spend my life in this place
feels like the first time i had a knife in my face
like a thief in the night, try to escape
from the scene of the crime and the cycle of waste

now when i think of all the swag rhymers that spit
feels like somebody just light a fire in my ribs
live from the bits, lighting my spliff
scatty jam baxter, time for the rinse

- jam baxter lyrics

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