Jam Baxter Wristband Lyrics

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list

Verse 1:
As we all performed our miracles in dingy clubs
You were at the door collecting ticket stubs
Shriveled up, sitting duck
Cuz' I've seen some shit that could make all your innards flinch
And I've got some friends that I can't believe still exist
My mind is awash with a million images
So many parts to explore in this bitch
So I look at my life like a glistening pick and mix
Sugar rush, I ain't sure what my limit is
He hung himself using a string of his Licorice
The bouncers parted like the red seas
I polished off my Yah Dong, garcon cheque please
Junkies scratching at their skin until their chest bleeds
You can fill a whole bulging bin bag with dead fleas

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list

Verse 2:
Check the account, 24p
Got a problem, never call me
When you see man skanking in silence
I'm just speaking in semaphore G
You're afraid to die, shit that's a waste of time
Drawer full o' blindfolds, ashamed of your naked eye
You live that heinous lie, I sat there nodding my head
Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest
Yeah I did it, i'm just immoral I guess
And tonight which suburb of hell should I colonise next?
Medieval freak to a modernised mess
And the gas you spout ain't rotting my flesh
Yeah their ain't no frog in my neck
I can't feed you a fork full of paradise
I ain't a qualified chef

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list X2

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