Bright And Shiny Things

[Hook]
They idolised their kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuits dive inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men that hide behind your shins?

[Verse 1]
Flames lick round and faces moulded out of crack and coal
The tattoos on their knuckles read: Stop, drop, wrap and roll
Death's drunken hand just picked your name from a salad bowl
Your gods are playing "Whack-a-Mole"
Bless your beer-battered soul
Strips of flesh and liquorice are weaved into the scenery
A body spins; squashed bеtween the cogs in old machinery
Your new grеasy boss leans back and smiles conceitedly
Like "Welcome to the team, I take my coffee intravenously"
I am to be feared by every spirit-serving stewardess
He hugged a tray of clinking vessels, named them all and grew obsessed
Bullseye, through the chest
"He never saw us coming sir
Thank you all for coming out
This has been a fucking blur"
Cartel bosses aim Uzis at your wrinkled brow
The truth has bled your pockets dry
Time to take your fingers now
A butcher takes a single bow
The credits roll, the curtain drops
The viewers sigh, crusty feet tremble in their thermal socks
They bought their vultures with 'em, jostling for pole position
Buying magic powders from a tiny, crippled, old magician
Spent the winter cradling a bomb wrapped in golden ribbon
Thanks for waiting, if you're bored just open up an old incision

[Bridge]
Yeah
I just crave another crown
I awoke to find an earthquake shaking up the town
(Shaking)
And every fallen soul was laying safely underground
Can we carve a couple of craters in their brains and dumb 'em down?

[Hook]
They tenderise their flesh
They idolise their kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of bright and shiny things
Silhouettes in wetsuits dive inside their skins
But who are those shrunken men that hide behind your shins?

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Slingshot, quartered by
The teeth on that scrawny baby
Had him stuffed and mounted, now you lot can never call me crazy
She just wants the world to burn
Sure, cool story lady
Every passing stranger seems full of rage and fury lately
A kid with a painted smile juggles at the traffic lights
His stomach full of gas ignites
He smoulders through the blackest nights
We dangled from dramatic heights
They tread the boards with feeble legs
The pigeons peck our hands, the blood drips on your beleaguered heads
Yeah
Dying dogs assert their relevance
Giant, squawking beasts become deflated circus elephants
My eyes weigh a ton
I exude a certain decadence
We hacked the night to pieces, ditched the whips and burnt the evidence

[Hook]
Tenderise your flesh
Idolise your kings
Hollowed out and stuffed full of bright and shiny things
While the silhouettes in wetsuits dived inside their skins
I asked: "Who are all the shrunken men that hide behind your shins?"