[Jam Baxter]

Yeah, been doing this for many moons -too many-
All your idols were behind the line of rented goons
Living in a coal fire, cooking in the engine rooms
Sprigs of lemon, thyme and basil stuffed inside his exit wounds
Foaming at the mouth -that's bad-
Jesus, that's a lot of froth
I just want your aura in the border I can hop across
A couple former angels in the kitchen suck their shotters off
A little hit of brown, I hit the town and chew my collar off
Unleashed, the sky's mine again
City full of spiderwebs, killer whales, masses of men
I still have visions -still- thеy are all of villains, why pretend?
Thеy try to snip your tongue and bomb your yard and met a violent end
Mr. Bark we've arrived to stitch your lips together
To turn the tables, I will strip your leaky little ship of treasure
Come and share some shots and I'll convince you you can live forever
Now your demons spin or strip opposed for your twisted pleasure

[Chorus]

Yeah, now let's wrestle
Snap a couple limbs to the deafening death metal
He's been dead to every dealer spending every red sheckle
'Till his soul snuck out his body searching for his next vessel
So tell me where's my mind, where's my mind eh?
Lose it every time, every time eh
[Granuja]

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