S.S.A - Jam Baxter

I have a vague and painful feeling all my friends are primed to die soon

Chamber dwellers huddled round a firing pin at high noon

I pray to every deity the silencers attached

So I can slumber uninterrupted as your blackened lungs collapse

So, God forbid my herd disturbs your tranquil eve

Survey the ceilings tiles between the acid tabs and grams of speed

The hand that feeds still ain’t sporting any bite marks

The tidal waves engulf a shore abandoned by its life guards

Strong Swimmers Anonymous

Yeah, neck deep in the pacific

If it wasn’t for the pints of salt water and the killer whale contingent

I’d be adamant that all was all idyllic

Hoards of dormant critics write reviews in vacant basements

Peppered round decrepit towns they pick apart our statements

I burnt their filing cabinets with unbridled glee

Their laminated rules read, 'Fuck, Fight, or Flee'

Sounds just right for me

Sounds just right for me

Sounds just right for me

I blame the rum, you blame your mum

Or the failing father figure that you may become

You were trained to run

I was trained to puncture every grubby undiscovered undercover traitor’s lung

The powder got your faces numb, grey and glum

Tryna find a way to buck your saviour with that trail of crumbs

Hatred comes in many forms, and me I welcome all of 'em

Diversity abounds within this nice crematorium

So who are you to tell me what to do?

When you’re tryna beg a tenner off your crew

You know it’s true

When your eyes shine a melancholy blue, you think I’m colourblind?

Like I ain’t lost the plot a couple times?

It’s nothing new

I see the cunt in you… you see the freak in me

Pick the lock and bite the steez, B&E

Just be a G and leave me be

Before I push the plunger on this hundred tons of TNT (Explosion effect)

I was busy being the BFG

While you were sat at yard playing PS3

Survey the scenery

It’s too beautiful for words… DMT

Sounds just right for me

Just right for me (right for me, right for me)

Sounds just right for me