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Verse 1 [Jam Baxter] The end of the end blues Ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds I slept in the queue, extending in red plumes Coiled round a rock restless, lepers in lead shoes In single file silence, the slug trail marches Craning necks stretch into ram's horn Branches arching round shoulders Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks Fog falling, vendors in the distance Flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line One whisper tore through the doors yet again And soared high above the rest for a second like a feathered friend Shitting and burning in a simultaneous flash Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass Old hag sobbing into wine glass dried bark Smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest Push past them cut them and collide ‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners stuck on the other side Hook [Jam Baxter] It's like snakeskin paths in the dust Following the cracks in the caramel crust Please save my place White lights whirling in the brain That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins Please save my place So calling all mugs mice masters and mules Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls Please queue here Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever Let me guess Queue here Verse 2 [Jam Baxter] 'We will now serve civilian a trillion and four And snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws' Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique Now, his flesh slipped off him, to reveal his bones Had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush Beating heart pukes a new gospel In a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above Lips stretched into plush red carpets Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage To pause for the cameras flashing, every pattern matching It's mind splattering an intricate design On every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky We will now serve civilian a trillion and five Hook [Jam Baxter] It's like snakeskin paths in the dust Following the cracks in the caramel crust Please save my place White lights whirling in the brain That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins Please save my place So calling all mugs mice masters and mules Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls Please queue here Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever Let me guess Queue here