Swamp Rock Blues / In Transit / Bus Replacement Service / Soft Reset (3 Piece Suite) Lyrics

This one goes out to Mr G

With alluring blue eyes, pretty as can be

He pulls you close with objectives clear

It'll hurt you more when you hold him dear

That goading, tempting, dangerous nature

Drags you feet first into his dirty wager

A sneer steals esteem steers the steal from the frail

Taking you down with his ship; less assail

Swamp rock blues

Swamp rock blues

Of the scumsucker ruse

For the swamp rock blues

Them little boys signal virtues

Of regicide for their rawny muse

And the swamp rock blues

For the swamp rock blues

This one goes out to Mr B

In the 90s is where he's lost at sea

With those sharp blonde curtains and crooked smile

He's got your number, your weakness filed

With just a word, no scabbard clutched

You're on your knees without a touch

The king, he thinks, with his polemical ditty

Wraps around your neck like an eel so sticky

Swamp rock blues

Swamp rock blues

Of the scumsucker ruse

For the swamp rock blues

Them little boys signal virtues

Of regicide for their rawny muse

And the swamp rock blues

For the swamp rock blues

An aching neck and skin so pale

A stick insect, a mind so frail

Contemplates another being

Start again, run from this scene

While resting on cold porcelain

head in hands in worlds of shame

To run away to hell to reload

To let himself, his mind explode

999 what service do you require

Ambulance service, is the patient breathing

Okay, can you put him on his side to the recovery position

We can send an ambulance now

Okay, thanks

Lying flat, eyes glazed

Snakes and swords through a perpetual maze

This future is now at some point untold

Feeling the burn, facing truth unfold

Running on empty, that final stretch

No pity, no qualms, no soul left

I'm broken down with this terminal breath

All out of love at arm's length

Standing in line to get recursive

I'm forever waiting for this bus replacement

Standing in line to get recursive

I'm forever waiting for this bus replacement

Standing in line to get recursive

Standing in line to get recursive

Standing in line to get recursive

Standing in line to get recursive

Standing in line

Standing in line

Standing in line

Standing in line

Standing in line

Standing in line line line line line line line line

I'm redesigned with ignorance and bliss

But I can't walk or talk for this link is amiss

She's running and screaming down the sterile hall

But I'm through the worst of it all

Warplanes drone through my brain

I see my swelling hands and peppered veins

Don't know who either of you may be

But I know you are something to me

Brain like a sponge for new and old

Delirious with consciousness doth life unfold

Take me home from this seventh floor

This child can't take any more

Nothing to smell or taste or comprehend

So thoughtless and free, no means to an end

A writhing, unconscious, possessed manatee

This expanding room contracts before me

Who's that boy staring in the looking glass

He's 8 years old and growing fast

He's so glad that he's lost everything

Now to claw it back and laugh and sing

Sliding gently through the magnetic tomb

Surveyed myself laid still across the room

Red is all the colour that I can see

Soft reset has taken me