Everything - Jam Baxter, Jareth

Science of a triple heart bypass

Cold sterile pebble in a little dark mineshaft beating

Keyhole surgery

Tests reveal a heap of dead canaries and the mustard gas leaking internally

Hacksaw, scalpel, suction

Watch a pulsating lump of muscle malfunction

And chew through the chest hitch hiking out of London

Numb thumbs on spaghetti junction

Ready when I pull up, set up a canteen for cannibals

A soup kitchen run by a pack of deformed animals

As puréed faces in shot glasses slip into gullets and some sluggish reality

seems magical

Tube fed the passion, glass heart suspended in slick silver talons, so quick

Fill the chasm with these brain-dead slugs

Take less drugs

Cold hands slipping into latex gloves

He can give you everything

Not just anything, your heart and soul lost everything

Your heart and soul like anything

Can give everything, not just anything

With him you can not trust, he don’t love

You were just another underfed prawn

With some mummified remains in the oven kept warm

Reignite the feeling with a jug of sweat poured onto dry skin

Skewered by a double edged sword

Rubbernecking at another wreck drawn by the purge as the blood escapes

Cut the brakes

Hit and run burn rubber stop switch number plates

Blind drunk speeding to the border trying to jump the gates

Ice box chock full of shrink wrapped organs

Shop soiled goods out of all four corners

And basically it seems we’re benign

A tumour in remission in a state of decline

Cable tied to the table eyes vacant

Awake with a circular scar on the pavement

Dust covered boxes in a pitch black stock room

It seems we’ve exhausted every option

Now get out

Bring yesterday (yesterday)

It feels so far away (far away)

Bring yesterday (yesterday)

I think it’s

As he whispered in my ear

Dive in the chest take (everything)

Fill the cold cavity with (anything)

Look deep in her eyes find (everything)

And spill it all on the floor like it’s (anything)