[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?"