Teeth Marks - Jam Baxter

To a soundtrack of insects screaming

And every skin cell wheezing

I picked out the liquor soaked suit for the evening and took my position steam

rolled to the ceiling

Greetings, these are the kids we’re dripfeeding

A sea of eyes light up, light up

Slovenly exterior gleaming

Yeah, too lucid

I don’t care who you wanna slap hooves with

In alleyways kids swap juices and loose lipped skets and goons compare bruises

I once knew this petrified wench

With a musky pesticide stench

She’d sharpen her nails on the walls all day and by night she would hug an

electrified fence

And that bitch bit my middle finger in half

Faces inches apart, Had

Bare weird chicks in my yard, I

Stayed up and stuck pins in her heart, now

We squished old flames in our ashtrays

And let a moth circle our lampshades

I excelled in the red blooded rampage, rocking two stumps that could triple

jump mass graves

Yeah

Are they your teeth marks in your tail?

I think they’re your teeth marks in your tail

Looks like they’re your teeth marks in your tail

Tail

Yeah

Is their air too hard to inhale?

You said their air’s too hard to inhale

Pissed cause their air’s too hard to inhale

Hale

Hale

Yeah

I caught the half seven to Hanoi with a steaming oven fresh cerebellum to

destroy

By twenty past ten I was beginning to suspect we were running out of mind

bending weapons to deploy

City hopper

This sack of flesh is my best offer

I haggled till sundown, sundown

Swigging liquor in death’s honour

Stuck a next blotter under the tongue, took a

Sharp breath and punctured a lung, raise a

Glass to us wonderful scum, cause I

Love what us cunts have become

Now I can spend my life in this field right here

Your skin doesn’t feel real my dear

She said give sobriety a chance and

I recoiled at the mere idea

So tell me, are they your teeth marks in your tail?

Cause you look a touch dizzy

Sink another Snakebite, rack another rail

Fuck with me

Hourly trips to the moon

Coughing up comet dust into the room

Crowned as a king as I slip from the womb

Cannonballed into this crimson lagoon

Paddling out, rinsing the wounds

Sipping on venom, I think I’m immune

That rabid dog span on the spot with his jaws outstretched in a spiral of fumes