Jam Baxter Guilty
[Verse 1:]
You should start a brand new career as a mime artist
They made me want to win the prize for who dies fastest (thank you)
Strolled in and dribbled stale red wine on the white carpets
Force-fed his vampiric inner circle diced garlic (shots)
They stuffed bees in my barnet, barking at me
Bleary eyed staring at a scrawny faced scarred with acne
He asked me to escort him to nirvana by the arm
I swiftly sawed my hands off and hailed a passing taxi
Blades find skin, please keep score, dip jab slice, encore encore
The addict caught his neck in every sliding carriage door
The world whizzed by, the streets were lightly dusted in manure
We did laps of the city on these rusty trains daily
I used to ride them till my guts became gravy
Left the club looking like an oven baked baby with this chick sweetly slurring "Girl, your mother may hate me, but it's cool"
[Chorus:]
'Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule (the only rule)
The whole world's trying to take me for a fool (for a fool)
Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy
I'll be doing very odd things 'til I've got twenty odd chins
And a mountain of far topped with jelly soft skin (yeah)
Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in
Now we're all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty)
[Verse 2:]
I thought he'd been maturing lately
But he still begs his girl to call him baby (by text)
I think we're all just crazy
Arms outstretched, walking wavy
We saw the view from every bridge in town
The filth that tempts a thousand intertwining tiny kids to drown (splash)
But me? If I'm diving in I'll swim around
Clown fish skanking in the deep, f..ck your middle ground (fuck it)
He sidled up to me at some disgusting diner
Slipped a baggie in my pocket counted every crusty fiver
The acid in his voice was what was pecking at my soul
Man, I guess you could dissolve a dead body in this cunt's saliva
It's all getting easier with each saga
My brain secretes a flood of deep laughter
He gently nibbled at the heels of his sheep farmer
I slapped my driver in the face and scream "Faster!"
It's cool
[Chorus:]
'Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule (the only rule)
The whole world's trying to take me for a fool (for a fool)
Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy (filthy)
I'll be doing very odd things 'til I've got twenty odd chins and a mountain of far topped with jelly soft skin
Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in
Now we all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty)
(Guilty... yeah, yeah)
