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Guilty
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Jam Baxter
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[Verse 1] You should start a brand new career as a mime artist They made me want to win the prize for who dies fastest (thank you) Strolled in and dribbled stale red wine on the white carpets Force-fed his vampiric inner circle diced garlic (shots) They stuffed bees in my barnet, barking at me Bleary eyed staring at a scrawny faced scarred with acne He asked me to escort him to nirvana by the arm I swiftly sawed my hands off and hailed a passing taxi Blades find skin, please keep score, dip jab slice, encore encore The addict caught his neck in every sliding carriage door The world whizzed by, the streets were lightly dusted in manure We did laps of the city on these rusty trains daily I used to ride them till my guts became gravy Left the club looking like an oven baked baby with this chick sweetly slurring "Girl, your mother may hate me, but it's cool" 'Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule (the only rule) The whole world's trying to take me for a fool (for a fool) Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy I'll be doing very odd things 'til I've got twenty odd chins And a mountain of far topped with jelly soft skin (yeah) Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in Now we're all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty) [Verse 2] I thought he'd been maturing lately But he still begs his girl to call him baby (by text) I think we're all just crazy Arms outstretched, walking wavy We saw the view from every bridge in town The filth that tempts a thousand intertwining tiny kids to drown (splash) But me? If I'm diving in I'll swim around Clown fish skanking in the deep, f*ck your middle ground (f*ck it) He sidled up to me at some disgusting diner Slipped a baggie in my pocket counted every crusty fiver The acid in his voice was what was pecking at my soul Man, I guess you could dissolve a dead body in this cunt's saliva It's all getting easier with each saga My brain secretes a flood of deep laughter He gently nibbled at the heels of his sheep farmer I slapped my driver in the face and scream "Faster!" It's cool 'Cos you never lose your mind's the only rule (the only rule) The whole world's trying to take me for a fool (for a fool) Slit my brain, pick a thought out, they all filthy (filthy), all filthy (filthy) I'll be doing very odd things 'til I've got twenty odd chins and a mountain of far topped with jelly soft skin Saw that lake of blood and guts and belly flopped in Now we all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty), all guilty (guilty) (Guilty... yeah, yeah)
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