Lyrics The Killing Jar - Children of the Damned, Lee Scott, Barebase

The Killing Jar

I keep humans in a giant jar
And each week my favourite subjects get decapitated with a iron bar
I ain’t no rising star, the most deranged of rodent
I spray deodorant till it runs out, inside a car
Which I must have stolen, and for my sins
I should be strapped to a rusty anchor and pushed in the fuckin' ocean
Coz I’m in love with boastin' about how I’d like to cut you open
Mr Wrong, the bastard son of Odin
A guy with the mind of a grouch
Strange ain’t the word for having body parts stashed down the side of my couch
And naming every fly in my house after a gangsta rapper
A sick joker, for laughs I bath in an acid tanker
I ain’t up in the club
I’m in the basement scratchin' at my face with this jagged dagger I covered in
blood
My brain’s loading soundtracks of Beethoven when I’m charged
In the same clothing as the ???
I tax a payphone and chain smoke with blunts
The living dead, stay stoned for months
Destroying the evidence by pouring gasoline on the X-files
I’m vexed coz I see political leaders as reptiles
Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star)
Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar)
Yo, it’s that ???, I drink vodka till I’m paraletic
And start to ramble like Rab C. Nesbitt
A grumpy bastard, I’ll snap my records
Then use the jagged edges to slash your neck with
???
is reckless, I operate on paramedics
After necking several bottles of anaesthetic
A mad man that’s ambidextrous
So in my eyes, I have an extra hand to stab your head with
Yo, I juggle with live hand grenades and kegs
Rattle snakes, Stanley blades and alligator heads
An awkward doctor, all my practice patients dead
From amputating their legs with a jagged bayonet
I am a major pest, hiding in your shadow with a razors edge
Wearing a mask of lacerated flesh
Raps insanest yet
I’ll jump off a building and just before hitting the ground, slap the face of
death
But snap and break my neck
And dig my own grave, but make a mess of it and accidently raise the dead
I’m mumbling assassination threats
Clutching my brain, drunk off my face off a can of mace and ???
Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star)
Welcome to the Killing Jar (the Killing Jar)
They predicted the birth of prophet
Bollocks, I shot to Earth on a comet with the intent to rid the world of its
chronic
I murdered Adonis and took his place
So if I see your bird and she’s on it, she’ll be swearing the topic
Of how I had her standin', slammin' her face to the bonnet
The best night of her life, I did it for the purse in her pocket
Tearing her locket, I’m sick
Drenchin' every single member of your clique when I’m hurling a vomit
I’m cursed and demonic
I roll to church with a bomb in a hearse in a coffin, the ??
got murdered for
nothing
Shakes made him surf a toboggan, tied to a Merc clockin'
186 down the ???
triple 6, with no purpose of stoppin'
I tax the ???
amount of cash, burn your council flat down to ash
???
your house with bats and kick you out your pad
Like, close your mouth you twat, I’m doubtin' that
You could ???
the lad who could’ve blagged an ounce of crack into Alcatraz
???, whether you remain alive or not
A medieval fucker
Pullin' ideas out of my head after being scalped with a greasy pizza cutter
Twinkle, twinkle little star (Little star!)
Welcome to the killing jar (the killing jar!)