Rush

Yeah

Somewhere in the warm seedy side streets
Snooping round, way beyond reality's benign reach
Stretched across a web of cloud, dripping in divine heat
Reside, picking bugs from my dried teeth

Life sleeps, skies simmering
Wry smile squirming on the face, eyes glistening

Tongue one foot skanking round my mouth
Brain still pissed that I dragged it out the house
There's about two ways to spend a selfish summer
Chasing pigeon feathers and bathing in melted butter
Pour yourself another, that incense fresh
Like a jug of gin swimming round russet red flesh
See me, in assorted golden suits
Night air like a creepy web-fingered old masseuse
Forms deep in the muscle tissue, world scrolling past
Whole crew like a tranquilizer shot

With gold dust spewing out the mouth for ya
Let me launch your feet off the ground for ya
Roll up and roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I hang around for the rush
So let me clean the dust out your mouth for ya
See a jet of rum burst out the ground for ya
This shit will roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I neck 'em down for the rush

Impaled on a ray of light spinning
Spend the last day and night winning
And teaching every blitzed-out clown
How to drink down a fountain and stay alive swinging

Krump, too proud to care

Watch the sunbeams bounce round the lair

My body painted on a thick cloud of air
Let it spill into a waterfall and drip down the stairs
You saw the Virgin Mary burnt onto a slice of bread
Buttered it and wolfed it down, waltzed out gliding west
Polite request, meet me in that warm strip of space
Squashed right between life and death
I'll provide a mess, you supply the rest
Idle hands pump pesticide inside the nest
Blank faces and skin-tight spiderwebs
I rolled in amidst a gang of uninvited guests

With gold dust spewing out the mouth for ya
Let me launch your feet off the ground for ya
Roll up and roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I hang around for the rush
So let me clean the dust out your mouth for ya
See a jet of rum burst out the ground for ya
This shit will roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I neck 'em down for the rush

Flight of the unflappable

Life of a young cannibal
Chewing down every passerby with the pace of a slug
And the eyes of a drugged animal
Uh, roll through the capital
City's chewing in its juices

The syrup oozes out the brickwork
A true glutton feasts on any skyline he chooses
I was peaking, rolled up and stapled to the ceiling
Heavy breathing, let the grease saturate my evening
We were dreaming, fresh out of quarantine breeding
Like ants in a bag of sugar feeding
I'll meet you out creeping, among the melted faces
Where humid summer nights drag 'em all out their cages
6Am sedated, long days and fresh blood to boil 'em in
Still loitering, I hang around for the rush

With gold dust spewing out the mouth for ya
Let me launch your feet off the ground for ya
Roll up and roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I hang around for the rush
So let me clean the dust out your mouth for ya
See a jet of rum burst out the ground for ya
This shit will roll back the cloud for ya
Burn them out for ya, I neck 'em down for the rush