Tin Of Worms Lyrics

• Coors Light and terror,
• Hatch daily, die nightly
• Slipping life signs, he grip on a divine psyche,
• Stored in a poor peasant,
• War in his war essence,
• Speed's nought to now in point four seconds,
• Your precious world ain't healthy,
• The scar tissue's towers burst,
• Burden in the skies, with an ill-fitting cloud of dirt,
• Skin snapping, white mounds of powder spurt out my shirt,
• Spelling out the words 'Young and Foolish' underground,
• A worse surgeon, swim clotted u-bends,
• As that scoundrel, with a mouth full of waterboard, weapons, and a snapped scalpel,
• Demonectomies that dawn on the background,
• Full of cheap gaudy décor,
• You get what you pay for, I guess,
• Bad winner and botched operation, shocker!
• Turn to every page for the full story and grace the horror,
• Hover here, little ones, change the lock and bathe in honour,
• Palatial squalor made possible, place your offer.

• Speak with conviction,
• Sparks from the friction,
• Dark on your doorstep with prayerless redemption:
• Destiny's henchmen, faceless attractions,
• Poverty soldiers, chasing the fractions,
• Sinister reactions, closed in my captions,
• Cane like Chaplin, cotched up backbench,
• Posture is hunchback, full grown rugrat,
• Died then I come back, survival or combat,
• Rifles or contracts, lifelessly contact,
• Contrasts melt fast, thoughts go beyond 'drat!',
• So clap, doh, cues voice of the locals,
• Learnt when I didn't go school to be a spokesman,
• Venom of a marksman, moved to advantage,
• Scars to my eyelids, modern Will Scarlet,
• Charming composure, dressed up and garnished,
• Orphans of freedom, maidens and harlets.

• Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile,
• Moon in my pocket, money to burn,
• I got roots in the ground and my head's in the clouds,
• Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms,
• Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave,
• North winds howl on a methadone sky,
• My hand on my heart, where the truth's concerned,
• With this bat out of hell and a new tin of worms.

• My, how plush porcelain doll skull's can break easy,
• And fuck me, this train still parades creepy,
• Screeching train doors sliding, better push forth,
• Here's to the commuter that got his foot caught, splat!
• Good sport, didn't scream, penny for the bloodstain,
• Some strange, hate-fueled rebellion in love's name,
• That's raging on a bruck stage, the false wall falling,
• Keeper of a tinfoil curtain, caught snoring,
• Report him from a plastic chair, glued to an incendiary,
• Mile high monument, a glutinous confectionery,
• That looms in every rooms, so choose a suitable dispensary,
• One small step from that human of the century,
• A ward, he saw glory in the futures of his enemies,
• The flawed war stories from the students of dependency,
• Sir, is that a centipede hugging a glass ceiling,
• Or a scared pair of scorpions stuck in a jar breeding?

• Peace for the soldiers,
• Tea for the homeless,
• Hope for the hopeless,
• Guarding a crow's nest, watching the progress,
• Earth's like a hostage, held by its offspring,
• Dying a slow death,
• Thirteenth apostle, these are my gospels,
• Native narratives, eyes that have watched you,
• Words that can touch you, child of the flowers,
• Mushrooms and ginger, praise to the powers,
• Freedom's inside me, screams in excitement,
• Freedom's for real, man, I'm talking of a triumph,
• Me and these giants, standing relentless,
• Throughout misadventures, call me the tempest,
• Strength to the strengthless, preached in a temple,
• Worshiping elements, life is essential,
• Nurture your mental, learn from your mentors,
• Sharpen your senses, change your dimensions,
• Range over race lands, fresh from the basement,
• Culled from the hatred, caused by the matrix,
• Face my reflection, classless and aimless,
• Nomads and vagrants, heroes and traitors,
• Trenches and craters, death's a hiatus,
• Hunt like hyenas, fight with your demons,
• Talk with your elders, walk with your elders,
• Talk with your elders, walk with your elders.

• Stand on a corner with a bulletproof smile,
• Moon in my pocket, money to burn,
• I got roots in the ground and my head's in the clouds,
• Sun's on my dial and a new tin of worms,
• Ghost birds sing from a nest in their grave,
• North winds howl on a methadone sky,
• My hand on my heart, where the truth's concerned,
• With this bat out of hell and a new tin of worms,
• Candyfloss dreams as the roulette spins,
• Gambler's eyes in the alcohol swirl,
• Drifting beyond any chance of return,
• With a handful of thoughts and a new tin of worms,
• Ships capsised on a ocean of wine,
• Pirates sing with a bottle full of rum:
• 'Yo-ho-ho,' from a state of no return,
• With a handful of thoughts and a new tin of worms.

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