paroles de chanson Tin of Worms - Chester P , Jam Baxter
Coarse
light
and
terror
Hatch
daily,
die
nightly
Slipping
life
signs,
he
grip
on
a
divine
psyche
Stored
in
a
poor
peasant
War
in
his
war
essence
Speed's
nought
to
now
in
point
four
seconds
Your
precious
world
ain't
healthy
The
scar
tissue's
towers
burst
Burden
in
the
skies,
with
an
ill-fitting
cloud
of
dirt
Skin
snapping,
white
mounds
of
powder
spurt
out
my
shirt
Spelling
out
the
words
'Young
and
Foolish'
underground
A
worse
surgeon,
swim
clotted
u-bends
As
that
scoundrel,
with
a
mouth
full
of
waterboard,
weapons,
and
a
snapped
scalpel
Demonectomies
that
dawn
on
the
background
Full
of
cheap
gaudy
décor
You
get
what
you
pay
for,
I
guess
Bad
winner
in
botched
operation
shocker!
Turn
to
every
page
for
the
full
story
and
grace
the
horror
Hover
here,
little
ones,
change
the
lock
and
bathe
in
honour
Palatial
squalor
made
possible,
place
your
offer
Speak
with
conviction
Sparks
from
the
friction
Dark
on
your
doorstep
with
prayerless
redemption:
Destiny's
henchmen,
faceless
attractions
Poverty
soldiers,
chasing
the
fractions
Sinister
reactions,
closed
in
my
captions
Cane
like
Chaplin,
cotched
up
backbench
Posture
is
hunchback,
full
grown
rugrat
Died
then
I
come
back,
survival
or
combat
Rifles
or
contracts,
lifelessly
contact
Contrasts
melt
fast,
thoughts
go
beyond
'drat!'
So
clap,
doh,
cues
voice
of
the
locals
Learnt
when
I
didn't
go
school
to
be
a
spokesman
Venom
of
a
marksman,
moved
to
advantage
Scars
to
my
eyelids,
modern
Will
Scarlet
Charming
composure,
dressed
up
and
garnished
Orphans
of
freedom,
maidens
and
harlets
Stand
on
a
corner
with
a
bulletproof
smile
Moon
in
my
pocket,
money
to
burn
I
got
roots
in
the
ground
and
my
head's
in
the
clouds
Sun's
on
my
dial
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
Ghost
birds
sing
from
a
nest
in
their
grave
North
winds
howl
on
a
methadone
sky
My
hand
on
my
heart,
where
the
truth's
concerned
With
this
bat
out
of
hell
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
My,
how
plush
porcelain
doll
skull's
can
break
easy
And
fuck
me,
this
train
still
parades
creepy
Screeching
train
doors
sliding,
better
push
forth
Here's
to
the
commuter
that
got
his
foot
caught,
splat!
Good
sport,
didn't
scream,
penny
for
the
bloodstain
Some
strange,
hate-fueled
rebellion
in
love's
name
That's
raging
on
a
bruck
stage,
the
false
wall
falling
Keeper
of
a
tinfoil
curtain,
caught
snoring
Report
him
from
a
plastic
chair,
glued
to
an
incendiary
Mile
high
monument,
a
glutinous
confectionery
That
looms
in
every
rooms,
so
choose
a
suitable
dispensary
One
small
step
from
that
human
of
the
century
award
He
saw
glory
in
the
futures
of
his
enemies
The
flawed
war
stories
from
the
students
of
dependency
Sir,
is
that
a
centipede
hugging
a
glass
ceiling
Or
a
scared
pair
of
scorpions
stuck
in
a
jar
breeding?
Peace
for
the
soldiers
Tea
for
the
homeless
Hope
for
the
hopeless
Guarding
a
crow's
nest,
watching
the
progress
Earth's
like
a
hostage,
held
by
its
offspring
Dying
a
slow
death
Thirteenth
apostle,
these
are
my
gospels
Native
narratives,
eyes
that
have
watched
you
Words
that
can
touch
you,
child
of
the
flowers
Mushrooms
and
ginger,
praise
to
the
powers
Freedom's
inside
me,
screams
in
excitement
Freedom's
for
real,
man,
I'm
talking
of
a
triumph
Me
and
these
giants,
standing
relentless
Throughout
misadventures,
call
me
the
tempest
Strength
to
the
strengthless,
preached
in
a
temple
Worshiping
elements,
life
is
essential
Nurture
your
mental,
learn
from
your
mentors
Sharpen
your
senses,
change
your
dimensions
Range
over
race
lands,
fresh
from
the
basement
Culled
from
the
hatred,
caused
by
the
matrix
Face
my
reflection,
classless
and
aimless
Nomads
and
vagrants,
heroes
and
traitors
Trenches
and
craters,
death's
a
hiatus
Hunt
like
hyenas,
fight
with
your
demons
Talk
with
your
elders,
walk
with
your
elders
Talk
with
your
elders,
walk
with
your
elders
Stand
on
a
corner
with
a
bulletproof
smile
Moon
in
my
pocket,
money
to
burn
I
got
roots
in
the
ground
and
my
head's
in
the
clouds
Sun's
on
my
dial
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
Ghost
birds
sing
from
a
nest
in
their
grave
North
winds
howl
on
a
methadone
sky
My
hand
on
my
heart,
where
the
truth's
concerned
With
this
bat
out
of
hell
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
Candyfloss
dreams
as
the
roulette
spins
Gambler's
eyes
in
the
alcohol
swirl
Drifting
beyond
any
chance
of
return
With
a
handful
of
thoughts
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
Ships
capsised
on
a
ocean
of
wine
Pirates
sing
with
a
bottle
full
of
rum:
'Yo-ho-ho,'
from
a
state
of
no
return
With
a
handful
of
thoughts
and
a
new
tin
of
worms
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