Red Hawaiian - Jam Baxter

Sorry, busy being a king

Suck the guts out the city leaving the skin

You ain’t my lover, you’re Billie Jean, you’re a fling

You’re a piglet in East London with skinny jeans and a trim

I had every statue in the square mile sobbing

The rust covered their eyes like bubbles of blood clotting

As I occupied a basement bar in a burning building

And sat at the back mumbling, wondering who’s shotting

Better act right, flies all drowning in my flat white

My skull gets heavy but I pack light

See you on the runway, you’re in for a bad flight

God is on your stairwell, polishing a crack pipe

Turn it off, babe, it’s a rerun

These ice cold streets got your feet numb

I been taking heads off, holla if you need one

Careful with the stitches, tell 'em

Every trip back to my city is fraught with the same dangers

Little Timmy arrives with a bag of them game changer

Spikes your glass of red with a couple of haymakers

And you come to in a brothel in Romford a day later

We’ve all been there

Set up camp, fought a battle, lost a limb there

Came back swinging and ran for office

I’m counting on your support, you’d better all have your wallets

We skittered round to the back with a bucket and drank the profits

So meet my reality starved friend

We watch them all die just glad that we aren’t them

He screamed «All hail humanity, amen»

As he sat and bit the head of a battery farmed hen

'Cause shit can all change at an uncomfortable pace

In Gatwick blinded by lights lugging a case and it hit me

Shoosh, they’re all undercovers Jake

Evil hags keeping tabs on your drug intake

Elderly women with guns in their wastebands for you

Stare down from the balcony firing until their hands are blue

Tears fell from the ceiling, we sat back and we drank a few

Holding a rubber mask without a face to attach it to

Wind up dolls

In little toy cars

In frilly white bibs

Lacking any scarce

My skin’s got too many sharp edges

Intruders skewered on barbed fences

Your brain slumbers on too many park benches

Can’t see you in these dark trenches

We tore their eyes out calmly and fed the lions

You built your line up nicely and fed your clients

I’ll be at departure nursing a Martini

And my bag just contains a selection of Red Hawaiians

Legionnarie with a gun and a gold beret

Surviving on a diet of cider and cold penny

If I said I hated you after a couple beers

Just text me a couple tears and save me the whole essay

95 percent of my brain is marked N/A

I’ll carve the rest off and feed it to him at once

He stared at the plate while she was chewing the chunks

So he was at yard crying while she was hoovering bumps

Every night, born again, leave me be, talk to them, kicked out street

Can someone tell 'em we’re important men

Please miss, ignore my friend

He must be on that awful stuff

I’m threatening him with sedatives

One day he’ll call my bluff

I whisper «kids stick around I’ll make you famous»

Just fatten up a touch and you’ll play every stage in Vegas

We’ll now present a human who can make his past disappear

Saw himself cleaning half and eat a plate of razors

But now I drag and dribbling hound through rolling mountains

Under a thick vermilion sky that just falls around him

And it’s funny how your innards can fuck with your whole surroundings

That’s a plastic toy wrestler giving your soul a pounding

Is it you, (Is it you?), in that poorly built confession booth?

On your 1s tugging at your tongue yelling ‘tell the truth'

Son, can’t the devil lend you a helping hoof, he’s only over there cross legged

in a velvet suit

I stood still, underneath a linen sheet, swiftly whisked softly by an invalid

with gritted teeth, screaming ‘gather round' cause we’re exhibiting the

finished piece, covered in blue bruises and oozing with fried chicken grease

Permanent swarm of bugs around a head

A pack of gurned up horses couldn’t drag it out of bed, it cried ‘flee your

houses, every man in town is dead' I just clicked my heels and cracked a dragon

stout instead