S.S.A by Jam Baxter Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I have a vague and painful feeling all my friends are primed to die soon
Chamber dwellers huddled round a firing pin at high noon
I pray to every deity the silencers attached
So I can slumber interrupted as your blackened lungs collapse
So, God forbid my herd disturbs your tranquil eve
Survey the ceilings tiles between the acid tabs and grams of speed
The hand that feeds still ain't sporting any bite marks
The tidal waves engulf a shore abandoned by its life guards
[Bridge]
Strong Swimmers Anonymous
Yeah, neck deep in the pacific
If it wasn't for the pints of salt water and the killer whale contingent
I'd be adamant that all was all idyllic
Hoards of dormant critics write reviews in vacant basements
Peppered round decrepit towns they pick apart our statements
I burnt their filing cabinets with unbridled glee
Their laminated rules read, 'Fuck, Fight, or Flee'
Sounds just right for me
Sounds just right for me
Sounds just right for me
[Verse 2]
I blame the rum, you blame your mum
Or the failing father figure that you may become
You were trained to run
I was trained to puncture every grubby undiscovered undercover traitor's lung
The powder got your faces numb, grey and glum
Tryna find a way to buck your saviour with that trail of crumbs
Hatred comes in many forms, and me I welcome all of 'em
Diversity abounds within this nice crematorium
So who are you to tell me what to do?
When you're tryna beg a tenner off your crew
You know it's true
When your eyes shine a melancholy blue, you think I'm colourblind?
Like I ain't lost the plot a couple times? It's nothing new
I see the cunt in you... you see the freak in me
Pick the lock and bite the steez, B&E
Just be a G and leave me be
Before I push the plunger on this hundred tons of TNT (Explosion effect)
I was busy being the BFG
While you were sat at yard playing PS3
Survey the scenery
It's too beautiful for words... DMT
Sounds just right for me
Just right for me (right for me, right for me)
Sounds just right for me
I have a vague and painful feeling all my friends are primed to die soon
Chamber dwellers huddled round a firing pin at high noon
I pray to every deity the silencers attached
So I can slumber interrupted as your blackened lungs collapse
So, God forbid my herd disturbs your tranquil eve
Survey the ceilings tiles between the acid tabs and grams of speed
The hand that feeds still ain't sporting any bite marks
The tidal waves engulf a shore abandoned by its life guards
[Bridge]
Strong Swimmers Anonymous
Yeah, neck deep in the pacific
If it wasn't for the pints of salt water and the killer whale contingent
I'd be adamant that all was all idyllic
Hoards of dormant critics write reviews in vacant basements
Peppered round decrepit towns they pick apart our statements
I burnt their filing cabinets with unbridled glee
Their laminated rules read, 'Fuck, Fight, or Flee'
Sounds just right for me
Sounds just right for me
Sounds just right for me
[Verse 2]
I blame the rum, you blame your mum
Or the failing father figure that you may become
You were trained to run
I was trained to puncture every grubby undiscovered undercover traitor's lung
The powder got your faces numb, grey and glum
Tryna find a way to buck your saviour with that trail of crumbs
Hatred comes in many forms, and me I welcome all of 'em
Diversity abounds within this nice crematorium
So who are you to tell me what to do?
When you're tryna beg a tenner off your crew
You know it's true
When your eyes shine a melancholy blue, you think I'm colourblind?
Like I ain't lost the plot a couple times? It's nothing new
I see the cunt in you... you see the freak in me
Pick the lock and bite the steez, B&E
Just be a G and leave me be
Before I push the plunger on this hundred tons of TNT (Explosion effect)
I was busy being the BFG
While you were sat at yard playing PS3
Survey the scenery
It's too beautiful for words... DMT
Sounds just right for me
Just right for me (right for me, right for me)
Sounds just right for me