Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stump, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song Off Piste, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
The Stump |
All seems quiet |
Guess they’re gonna ram it out later |
My worlds were dividing |
Flesh like handfuls of old newspaper |
Some foul smell wrinkles the fat, red face of the cocktail waiter |
He sneezed out seven more bar staff |
Scuttling around like rats in fantasia |
It’s all filling up |
Some kid brought his whole past with him |
That’s from from 2012 with the meth lab stare and the sour cream filling |
That’s him from his teen-goth-lip-stick phase |
We all thought he went missing |
12 more at the back bar grinning |
Me and her sat there chilling |
By midnight she’d had a few kids, by 7 she’d had a bunch more |
It was jarring |
They chewed at our kneecaps under the table and picked at our shins |
Left deep, red scarring |
At 2AM ten of my twins pulled up in three-wheelers and snuck through a side door |
Lined up behind me ready to swap seats |
And sell her a lost freak |
This tequila’s to die for |
Damn… she kept snake eggs in a silver purse |
Damn… now let’s all multiply till the building bursts |
He could have filled a church with shades of himself all kneeling in prayer |
As hundreds of stained glass scenes from his childhood spin around us 6 feet in |
the air |
Told them to hide in the trunk |
Never mind me, I’m drunk |
Swarm of people around us |
Millions of twinkling-eyes in this dump |
If you wanna be by yourself |
You should have said that right from the jump |
But when you’ve sawn off the left hand |
How you gonna slice off the right with the stump? |
(How you gonna slice off the right with a stump?) |
(How you gonna slice off the right with a stump?) |
Rumour has it I’m still in the wild wriggling |
Tugging my teeth out in a Vietnamese chemist |
The sun on my back, staggering, fleeing a green menace |
That’s pulling my brain out and deleting the clean edits |
Squeezing the days dry and then eating the sweet relish |
The sweltering heat melting the skin on my scalp bubbling |
Rattling guns firing a million rounds up at him |
Guessing they all still ain’t forgiven him |
How troubling |
Nah, lies |
I’m on my ones at the table tucking in my napkin |
Imma eat all night while the walls are collapsing (yeah) |
Blood red everything, everything matching (matching) |
Reptile eggs in the cold air hatching (yeah) |
We lived our lives like sci-fi epics (epics) |
Just my name three thousand times on the credits (scrolling) |
We were pelted with pills like shotgun pellets |
And after a while we were just sending our stunt doubles to parties in red |
capes to tug at the night’s innards |
Slipping in mud dribbling blood in their wine Spritzers |
Coming back with a skull and a couple of nice pictures |
All these plastic figures are peering out of the cupboards |
I just rang the bell and greeted a shivering shop dummy |
And every possible future is stuck on a spinning wheel |
She just pushed her little hand on the buzzer and got lucky |
'Sir! |
These extra faces cost money!' |
I sped away grinning and burnt a full tank |
He surrounded himself with himself |
And then sat there waiting one to pull rank |
The trouble ain’t the endless debauchery and depravity behind us all |
The trouble’s remembering every minute |
But no-one's gonna turn up and hand you a tiny island with a single deck chair |
in the centre of the pacific |
Wait, wait, never mind me, I’m drunk |
Swarm of people around us millions of twinkling eyes in this dump |
If you wanna be by yourself, (you) |
You should have said that right from the jump |
But, when you’ve sawn off the left hand, how you gonna slice off the right with |
the stump? |
(Wait, wait) |
Never mind me, I’m drunk |
Swarm of people around us, millions of twinkling eyes in this dump |
If you wanna be by yourself |
You should have said right from the jump |
Should have said right from the jump |