Wristband - Jam Baxter

Hook:

I’ve got this Wristband molded round my fist

It reads access all areas to never ending bliss

Check the list, I told 'em check the list

As we all performed our miracles in dingy clubs

You were at the door collecting ticket stubs

Shriveled up, sitting duck

Cuz' I’ve seen some shit that could make all your innards flinch

And I’ve got some friends that I can’t believe still exist

My mind is awash with a million images

So many parts to explore in this bitch

So I look at my life like a glistening pick and mix

Sugar rush, I ain’t sure what my limit is

He hung himself using a string of his Licorice

The bouncers parted like the red seas

I polished off my Yah Dong, garcon cheque please

Junkies scratching at their skin until their chest bleeds

You can fill a whole bulging bin bag with dead fleas

Hook:

I’ve got this Wristband molded round my fist

It reads access all areas to never ending bliss

Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list

Check the account, 24p

Got a problem, never call me

When you see man skanking in silence

I’m just speaking in semaphore G

You’re afraid to die, shit that’s a waste of time

Drawer full o' blindfolds, ashamed of your naked eye

You live that heinous lie, I sat there nodding my head

Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest

Yeah I did it, i’m just immoral I guess

And tonight which suburb of hell should I colonise next?

Medieval freak to a modernised mess

And the gas you spout ain’t rotting my flesh

Yeah their ain’t no frog in my neck

I can’t feed you a fork full of paradise

I ain’t a qualified chef

Hook:

I’ve got this Wristband molded round my fist

It reads access all areas to never ending bliss

Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list X2