Velvet Swamp

With this whole city tangled in my beard weighing me down

And our chin scraping the ground like a generation of snakes

I'll swap the spare screen that I keep deep in my gullet

For a glass of dry white and a free seat at the summit

When it kicks off, I'm skiing off piste this evening

Flahing 'round the street lights bruised up and bleeding

My fam's still jamming, too spangled to run

With two legs in a ditch and these two tabs on my tongue

Repackage my brain and boot back to the slums

With a sign that reads 'decadence' blue tacked to my gum

I'll be that nicknamed prick James Kane from the bridge

Where the kids made mixtapes and paint when they're pissed

In our shit-stained kicks getting chased by the pigs

Where's my favourite shit from the days that we lived

And what a place to exist, my heart lies in New Street

Ever since Lew passed the pastimes have moved me

Our lives were boozy, maybe I'm just dreaming

Before I leave the club you'll have to scrape me off the ceiling

I buy a carload of avocados

And roam about laughing in pyjamas and a bathrobe

And at our shows you get a free dildo

And be thoroughly encouraged not to wear any real clothes

Just a hard hat, pair of the steel toes

Give my buzz back you dare try and steal those

Eels, crows, cats, dogs, mice, rats, stick insects

I'll put you in a pillowcase and chuck you in the river next

Suffering from liver stress

Fuck it I'll be nothing but a drunkard since I quit the breast

Love it, I'll be sucking it and fuck if any chicks impressed

A liquorhead to liquorheads and I'm in love with cigarettes

I went to hell and back again

And still got arrested by the devil with my sack of paint

Racking straight massive great stripes up a crystal lise

Sinking as the bitter rise, distance me and sympathise

The parrots on my shoulder spitting monologues, squawking

Why won't my feathered friend just stop talking?

Talking, jabbering about life stories

Channelling my thoughts in the sentences I taught him

Bun the parrot, dash him out the driver's seat

Flapping at redemption, getting flattered by your JCB

This tar-black tarmac spacks as the cars crash

Feathers flew skyward gracefully

Off road melee swerve under the low bridge

Plundered the pitstop, nobody noticed

Spitting venom in this summer city solstice

Off to another city gunning down these roads quick

It's like these people fail to notice

The 8-track brain trap muzzles on their noses

Pummelling the toe clips, hammering the pedals

Power slide the hairpins, gunning for the medals

See you in the meadows, speaking to the sunset

Even if the evil gushing evil wants to run red

Yeah we run red lights like we want death

Running like a pussy at a street fight, duncehead

This goes out to the wise men, Berks

With the packages of gold bars, frankincense and myrrh

Bun a Camel, exchange it for a monolithic curse

And join us gunning to your city necking whisky as we swerve