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jam baxter - husk ii (tale of the possessed pinky) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: rhi]
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
harder
and i listen to your screams

[verse 1: jam baxter]
he hobbled out the brothel with that greasy, grinning face of his
chasing chicks with snot stained dilapidated lips
he used to marinade in bliss
now he marinates in piss
with a urethra full of ether like a sacking of flailing fish
blackened flaming ribs hit that husk of a heart inside
wishes he could hide his face
but can’t construct the mask in time
just lacks imagination
a double daggered, drug enamoured, unimp-ssioned satan
meet the dehydrated victims of excessive salivation
with sliced minds reduced to a disgusting slab of bacon
peel the rashers, take ’em (forever)
so we can eat them whole
and watch the frost gleaming
on their bleeding weather-beaten souls
the pigeons watched him slither yard
sipping liquor
lager spilling
down his crippled, scarred and withered arms
saw his reddened hands and swiftly slit his palms
instinctively
and sat to watch the beads of blood dripping calm
there’s a buddhist monk, that never took a punch
guess he’s got a pot of black pudding he can cook for lunch
he ate himself to nothing as i yawned and brushed my teeth
and gently prodded at these eyeb-lls that always stunk of sleep
d-mn (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
that’s a masochistic cannibal (yeah, yeah, yeah)
that’s a parasitic animal
shackled in his manacles, i watched from from my balcony like “d-mn, this shit is magical…”

[chorus: rhi]
you sick wonder, my p-ssanger
staring in the mirror
you sick won- [?]
some kind of [?], some kind of monster
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
harder
and i listen to your screams

[verse 2: jam baxter]
this morning, to my horror, i observed my little finger
had developed two beleaguered eyes, blinking in the wind
i bit them out a hundred times before the kettle boiled
drank my tea and softly stared at them like “what a pretty picture…”
twin fangs burst through the blister they’d been chewing
to form the mouth that eventually sought to become my ruin
f-cking screwing i fought as the nostrils formed
and then the slobbers born again like some miniature storm brewing now
it was a week before he could speak
the chain smoke, the screaming, howling shriek in his sleep?
and last month i began feeding the beast
man, he’s a glutton for these pieces of meat
now tell me (tell me)
how am i supposed to draw gash with a swollen, crimson bigot
for a little finger screaming in a freezing winter blizzard
they never teach you this at school, you little lizard
and in time he chewed the flesh off every ear in which he whispered (munch)
reminds me of that creep, that i spied on from my balcony
he walked from the trap house to the brothel and back, hourly
he stared up and said: “i love the life you found for me
i’m sick, i’m a starlet, i’m a marvel of modern alchemy”

[chorus: rhi]
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
you sick wonder, my p-ssenger
harder
and i listen to your screams

- jam baxter

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