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letra de cancerland chaos - contact play

[mr. key]
i woke up broke in the morning or evening
scr-ping my face from the floor and the ceiling
with the brain scorched raw from a bee sting
reach for the drawer that i store my belief in
what an odd way to escape for a long day
scr-ping a k moonscape from a hot plate
and stopped your stock take, couldn’t count much
stuck in the clouds, trying to build from the ground up
so ask how much the cost that you paid
for the gloss on the grave, you’ve got to escape
so run for your life, get lost on the way
til the flesh on your bones drops rots and decays
it’s so low cost, soap operas and snow drops
i watch kids throw rocks at the road blocks
and so what? it’s hand to hand hate
and sands a bland shade of cancerland grey
so quickly switch it back to plan a
that’s get too mashed to catch a bad day
there’s packs of mad apes attacked and rampage
and what they can’t take they sn-tch and gang rape
and wait, cold sweats starting again
sparking a blend of tar in my carcinogens
day by day it’s getting more hard to pretend
that the way that i’m living isn’t part of the end
so slip past the defence, and let the saga commence
sharpen the pen, write ’til i’m laughing again
pardon my french, mi amor, can you see the sh-r-?
could you spin back to where we used to be before?
see the talk that you speak seems awfully cheap
i dream as you ramble and walk in my sleep
through deep blue dawn of the beast that beseeched you
mourning for peace with some p-rn on your freeview

[jam baxter]
yeah it was evening or morning i couldn’t tell
reached for the door for a look at h-ll
crooked cell creaking, weeding the draw with the book of spells
weeks in the storm, in a hooded sh-ll freezing
sheepish, calling my sugar bell wheezing
feet to the floor as my footing fell, screaming
sleep with the leeches baxter plans take off
random bad days in cancerland chaos
relax and i wake as prang to catch brain rot
clanking my chains in the dank of my day job
vest with the stains on, yeah it’s the same slob
dressed in a jay cloth, and next there’ll be days telling fables with aesop
plod with a spade, it’s the grave robbing doctor depraved on a late cotch
lost in the shade, stave off the cravings
i watch as they drop toxic waste on your pavement
i watch where i gaze, they got my breh’s brainwashed
clocked with surveillance, incompetence pays off
squander your wage, sobbing somber ashamed ’til
they spot your remains where the oncoming train was
locked in a cage with the monsters from [?]
[?] with an eighth and a smog googles taped on
and as the top topples straight off
face to the rock cobbles, i’mma stay raving the same waff

[jam baxter & ronnie bosh]
it’s the bionic weight dodgers
obey noxious gas with a top hat
and straight rocking chasers to knock back
contact play in the bigger sense
spitting ’til i’m ill again
sitting on the sh-tter with a cigarette

[ronnie bosh]
it’s the last land to stand in this land of the living dead
head spinning, swinging leg cramps in my missing leg
bed ridden, trapped like the last rats of [?]
ed scissor hands with a shank left to disinfect
still in debt, the fat scab on your pickered face
i scam cash with baxter and [ban?] jax the middle men
champ at the bit and then scram with the fiddled checks
crammed on a mad dash from camden to middles-x
for ten minutes sitting drenched in a triple x scandal
the next are left shambles they’re sniffing ket
and then i’m in again, i jam with my man’s and a little pengs
our scamsters banned from the cineplex
bigger sket for my w-nking hands day off
for sk-nks that lack brains in cancerland chaos
like wham bam thank you mam in black lace
now that’s the bad taste extracting mad facials
bathe in the rancid stank of d-mn failure
absent blank face on spangled rampages
back from fantasia, aching a flash of phantom back pain
yet scr-pped with [?]
sat wasting away in tangled cats cradles
pranging dank [?] trapped in gas chambers
the sandman happy to relax in disabled
leaving your plants scattered like the ash on the table
what?

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