Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]

The end of the end blues

Ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds

I slept in the queue, extending in red plumes

Coiled round a rock restless, lepers in lead shoes

In single file silence, the slug trail marches

Craning necks stretch into ram's horn

Branches arching round shoulders

Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks

Fog falling, vendors in the distance

Flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions

Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence

A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line

One whisper tore through the doors yet again

And soared high above the rest for a second like a feathered friend

Shitting and burning in a simultaneous flash

Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass

Old hag sobbing into wine glass dried bark

Smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part

Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails

Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience

I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise

And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest

Push past them cut them and collide

‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners stuck on the other side

Hook [Jam Baxter]

It's like snakeskin paths in the dust

Following the cracks in the caramel crust

Please save my place

White lights whirling in the brain

That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins

Please save my place

So calling all mugs mice masters and mules

Cloud chewing hogs, huge mutants and ghouls

Please queue here

Either that’s a glacier cherry on his chest

Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever

Let me guess

Queue here

Verse 2 [Jam Baxter]

'We will now serve civilian a trillion and four

And snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws'

Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak

Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face

Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him

Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin

Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath

That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique

Now, his flesh slipped off him, to reveal his bones

Had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once

And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood

Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush

Beating heart pukes a new gospel

In a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust

A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug

Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above

Lips stretched into plush red carpets

Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish

Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage

To pause for the cameras flashing, every pattern matching

His minds splatter in an intricate design

On every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply

Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky

We will now serve civilian a trillion and five

Hook [Jam Baxter]

It's like snakeskin paths in the dust

Following the cracks in the caramel crust

Please save my place

White lights whirling in the brain

That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins

Please save my place

So calling all mugs mice masters and mules

Cloud chewing hogs, huge mutants and ghouls

Please queue here

Either that’s a glacier cherry on his chest

Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever

Let me guess

Queue here