(Guess I’ll knock a score off)
Sit the human down, children watch the flesh rot
He slips a fresh specimen discreetly from his dress up
In one swift action the professor whips his specs off
Dissembling his features like a toddler in a sweat shop
We just drowned his future in a warm glass of egg nog
Sir, this is the Walt Disney ending that we dreamt of
The juve he
Gripped you in a jiu jitsu leg lock
Head shot
Caught the left temple with the pet rock
(Shing!)
In the rented shack, bent double, looking scrawny
Beetles all crawl from the sink and start cooking for me
We’ll be sipping port on the porch, swapping hooker stories
Muddy feet melting on the floor boards, pushing forty
Manifest a shotgun and rocking chair
Is that a jealous phrase stuffed crudely in your pockets there?
Sir, my suspicion is your innards are beyond repair
We’ll need a vial of blood, a drop of spittle and a lock of hair
(Gimme)
Never!
Hands off the precious things
Keep ’em all sealed up in inch-thick leather skins
Cherry red paint job
Fresh set of devil wings
Twenty four hour gang
Gale force second winds
Yeah
So prop the night up
Confessions of a hawk moth
You want the back alley mind f#ck?
Guess I’ll knock a score off
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Jam Baxter Lyrics – Cherry Red Paint Job