(Introduction: There's nothing like a good old fashioned character assassination from the ex. The last month seems to have been spent fashioning a crude middle finger for her personal viewing. Personally, I thought I was building a six story hotel in the future.)

Song bout girl, No. 467

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]

Science of a triple heart bypass

Cold sterile pebble in a little dark mineshaft, beating

Keyhole surgery

Tests reveal a heap of dead canaries and the mustard gas leaking internally

Hacksaw, scalpel, suction

Watch a pulsating lump of muscle malfunction

And chew through the chest, hitchhiking out of London

Numb thumbs on spaghetti junction

Ready when I pull up, set up a canteen for cannibals

A soup kitchen run by a pack of deformed animals

As puréed faces in shot glasses slip into gullets and some sluggish reality seems magical

Tube fed the passion, glass heart suspended in slick silver talons, so quick

Fill the chasm with these brain-dead slugs

Take less drugs

Cold hands slipping into latex gloves

[Chorus: Jareth]

He can give you everything

Not just anything, your heart and soul lost everything[?]

Your heart and soul like anything

Can give everything, not just anything

With him you can not trust, he don't love

[Verse 2: Jam Baxter]

You were just another underfed prawn

With some mummified remains in the oven kept warm

Reignite the feeling with a jug of sweat poured onto dry skin

Skewered by a double-edged sword

Rubbernecking at another wreck drawn by the purge as the blood escapes

Cut the brakes

Hit and run, burn rubber, stop, switch number plates

Blind-drunk speeding to the border trying to jump the gates

Ice box chock full of shrink wrapped organs

Shop sold goods out of all four corners

And basically it seems we're benign

A tumour in remission in a state of decline

Cable-tied to the table eyes vacant

Awake with a circular scar on the pavement

Dust covered boxes in a pitch-black stock room

It seems we've exhausted every option

Now get out

[Bridge: Jareth]

Bring [?] yesterday (yesterday)

It feels so far away (far away)

Bring [?] yesterday (yesterday)

I think it smells of fear

As he whispered in my ear

[Chorus]

[Outro] (x2)

Dive in the chest take (everything)

Fill the cold cavity with (anything)

Look deep in her eyes find (everything)

And spill it all on the floor like it's (anything)