Brains (исполнитель: Jam Baxter)
Deep aquatic elevator, dishevelled entertainer One thousand breeds of weasel wrestle on this escalator Tree dwellers leaping out the boughs shouting “Get the paper” [bad word] hugging rebels chucking petals at a detonator Man this [bad word] s second nature My colossal monster, fed a rich mix of tar [bad word] and bottled vodka Off to clock the [bad word] brains that punctuate the squalor yonder Shotters on the underpasses passing rocks in rotten Poplar Doctor doctor, your people never needed you It’s deep when human evolution seems it’s superseded you My super seeds will germinate and turn the greys to greens and blues They’ll never find a pesticide to burn away the weeds that grew nah Divine vines twists around a muddy aura Gully author guilty is the hand that grips the bloody borer Bloody nora [bad word] the bed the kid’s back, bell your Mum It seems a barrer’s work is never done – tell ‘em son HOOK Can you replace a man’s brain? How can I explain? I was still a foetus when the smug salesman came Calling out my name a stranger in the rain Banging at the doors of all perception screaming cuz pick a Brain frazzled brains, pickled brains, putrid brains, fickle brains Giant brains, shrivelled brains, vile brains, crippled [bad word] brains, yummy brains, mushy brains, get your brains Lovely brains, steaming brains, eat your brains, buy my brains VERSE 2 Nice crematorium, I simply love the décor The burning brains add a lovely sparkle to this stage floor I guess it’s all to play for, I’ll smash it in the second leg The jaded killer dragging seven dead sins to resurrect And entertain for [bad word] inside my mind I awake again [bad word] on my [bad word] little sidekicks, let’s make amends Please, I’ve got a plan for us Hapless clammy hands [bad word] in every shade of perfect Turning vermin into trampled slugs Turning serpents into snapped elastic bands that once held a mind together Find the bits and bind them better Goodbye forever, wait I think I left my keys somewhere in that reprobate’s brains I guess I better see, hold still [bad word] fails at phase one The blade swung, the kid fell, I watched it all and stayed numb The [bad word] where Mister Guts [bad word] needs to clock the [bad word] Belling up an ever eager salesman in a soggy suit HOOK Replace that brain, it seems a bit deranged See he was still a foetus when the smug salesman came And now it ain’t the same, a stranger in the rain Banging at the doors of all perception screaming pick a brain Giant brains, shrivelled brains, vile brains, crippled [bad word] brains, yummy brains, mushy brains, get your brains Lovely brains, steaming brains, eat your brains, buy my brains