Guillotine - Jam Baxter

I was strung out and awake in a corner of north Hanoi

Having sapped every chemically traceable form of joy

Monsoon season’s in session, I’m back at 7

If you’re trying to find a way to get wasted, then call your boy

My drinking problem got abandonment issues

I passed it an absinthe and a handful of tissues

And told it, 'Come we hit the streets'

Freak

Fetch the fire blanket

Whip up an entire banquet, tell 'em the Messiah’s landed

I piece the week together with my camera roll

Scrolled back until my bug infested hands dissolve

Chicks hop across the city swapping gash for gold

I dialled the number, juiced her up, poured a glass

And drank her soul

Yeah, step aside, why you in shot?

Gather 'round, kids, pull its wings off

Check the tape, the last hour was foggy

They just hit the lights and found us all passed out in the lobby

And the hotel staff must be sick of me now

Probably wanna get the guillotine out

I can’t remember where I met this chick

Sprawled across my bed, and shit’s

Getting ever stranger by the second, bitch, bitch

They must be sick of me now

Probably wanna get the guillotine out

'Oi, cuzzie, what city’s this?'

Shot of straight liquor, shit’s

Getting ever weirder by the minute, bitch

I was puking off the back of a motorbike in the afternoon

My tailored white suit shines brightly in a darkened room

Wake next to what you can’t consume

Yeah

Lap dances in the last chance saloon

And these rolling hills watch me as dumb, grumbling, neighbours

Eyes like malfunctioning lasers

Scatter all across the terrain, comfortably weightless

Legs like piles of dust in his trainers

Shit

Why’d you rap about shit you’ve never taken?

Bruh

You’ve never been in that situation

I saw his face pressed against the glass

Spewing drool

The dried residues never left a mark, but it’s cool

Yeah

We rang room service

Powder on this smooth surface

Who can bend the rules furthest?

«Curses!

We lost him in the alley, Chief»

The whisky in the waterworks is drawing out my aggy streak

The hotel staff must be sick of me now

Probably wanna get the guillotine out

I can’t remember where I met this chick

Sprawled across my bed, and shit’s

Getting ever stranger by the second, bitch, bitch

They must be sick of me now

Probably wanna get the guillotine out

'Oi, cuzzie, what city’s this?'

Shot of straight liquor, shit’s

Getting ever weirder by the minute, bitch

They must be sick of me, sick of me

Probably wanna get guillotine, literally

I can’t remember where I met you

But I still press you

Plus we got my whole stash to get through, get through

(Got the whole stash to get through, mountains)

Excuse me

Yes, sir?

A room, I’d like a room please

Single room, or a double room?

Anything wrong, sir?

What, no, nothing

Luggage?

Yes, yes, I do