Jam Baxter - Incoming

Hold tight the hangers
Wet cement swimmers front crawling through their manors
Eye stabbers, neck wringers, skin picking scammers
I watched them all sliding down ladders from the sky
Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers
The little wet brain splatters on the sheets
From the shootouts that rage between your ears as you sleep got you shook
I love it when shit gets obese
So you can slash a hole and let the fat trickle through the streets
Options for failure: Blame your old man
Or pick a partner and paint yourselves pink and hold hands
Like twin fasses
Dragging floral print baggage
Comparing dead bugs and superficial wing damage
We've all juiced a couple grim gashes, taken licks, sold powder, puked up and switched planets
Normal
So I ain't fucking with your checklist when every winning soul is in that bin marked defectives
"Blessed are the meek, but they ain't gonna inherit a single penny shred of meat or drop of medicine from me mister savour!"
Barked your favourite ignoramus his tight fists bleeding on his pearly white trainers
Stainless, controlled by one plastic button
That triggers a sudden jet of blood to end any discussion
Geeks in the towers like "fuck em!"
I dug the fine china out and stuffed their faces in the oven

[Chorus]
Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now

[Verse 2]
Everyone in towns now sufficiently suspicious
That your mutant superpowers are officially fictitious
Comic book villains, young, dumb and ambitious
Mouth smothered in a warm smile that gave us all the shivers
"These oily sacks of bile are just delicious! Where'd you source the mangled human heart you're squeezing?!"
I continued asking, made a drunken crass remark
Was ejected from the premises and grew to love the feeling
And so the plan is still to skid along a winning streak
Skipping each cripple sat shrivelling and swigging bleach
And greet death grinning with a full set of missing teeth
Earthworm twin middle fingers to the chicken beaks
And when the freaks came to bite away your flesh
I'd never heard the word 'fuck' used to quite the same effect
It was special
It's funny how divine skin gleaming in a pool of golden light is drawn to every precious metal
Strange, I shrugged off the thought and kept vibesing
Deep black cloud, tin foil lining
Everything's divine therefore everything is shining
You are not complete yet, we are not surviving
These are not your people, all moving skatty
Like a three legged staffy chasing pigeons in an alley
There's a very real feeling at the bottom of that baggy
I booted with as many human eyes as I could carry

[Chorus]
Singing incoming incoming fling a rock kill them all
Sting summmin sting summin
Fuck the rules pin them up
Swing summin swing summin
Stewed face feeling that wind rushing wind rushing
(they ain't gonna win nothing)
Fuck 'em up now, gather the maschones fix up and dumb down the devils in your dreams all must of ducked out
Flooding in the streets let another one drown, fuck 'em fuck 'em up now