[Intro]
In our position we've spent years and years on the road, sort of playing in little church halls and being beaten up and bricks thrown through the?
[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Was up late calling people high on drugs, with ideas that only vaguely make sense
Explained at great length, on the main stage sweatin' out play the game drenched
Out the front shottin' vials of that tailor made stench
Dear mother, I landed that position that I ran for
Screaming at people in small towns from a raised platform
Climbing and diving into 'em, land flat on damn floor, black out
Today's messiah enters through the back door and
Steps out like "bathe now in the wisdom"
Found face down in a strange town in the midlands
Spinning at 12 hundred, 50 degree drunkard
I'm just tryin' to wash the chemical stain out of my system
I live in a high budget so surrealist film I direct poorly
So out to every creepy underling that checks for me
Scrawny mess slash born again success story
Memories of last night strewn along the M40
On the real, (on the real, on the real..)
You people are very strange, sweaty stained
Vibrating tin men of every age
Shrink-wrapped shipped out and slapped alive ready-made
The messy-range exclusive to the front row of any stage
Ready James? Run the tune Sammy
Half the wrap and half the rider got the crew scatty
At 9 A.M. still flogging a dead jam
And that's about as gang as yelling "gang" when your not gang
In our position we've spent years and years on the road, sort of playing in little church halls and being beaten up and bricks thrown through the?
[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Was up late calling people high on drugs, with ideas that only vaguely make sense
Explained at great length, on the main stage sweatin' out play the game drenched
Out the front shottin' vials of that tailor made stench
Dear mother, I landed that position that I ran for
Screaming at people in small towns from a raised platform
Climbing and diving into 'em, land flat on damn floor, black out
Today's messiah enters through the back door and
Steps out like "bathe now in the wisdom"
Found face down in a strange town in the midlands
Spinning at 12 hundred, 50 degree drunkard
I'm just tryin' to wash the chemical stain out of my system
I live in a high budget so surrealist film I direct poorly
So out to every creepy underling that checks for me
Scrawny mess slash born again success story
Memories of last night strewn along the M40
On the real, (on the real, on the real..)
You people are very strange, sweaty stained
Vibrating tin men of every age
Shrink-wrapped shipped out and slapped alive ready-made
The messy-range exclusive to the front row of any stage
Ready James? Run the tune Sammy
Half the wrap and half the rider got the crew scatty
At 9 A.M. still flogging a dead jam
And that's about as gang as yelling "gang" when your not gang
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