Wristband lyrics

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list

Verse 1:
As we all performed our miracles in dingy clubs
You were at the door collecting ticket stubs
Shriveled up, sitting duck
Cuz' I've seen some sh*t that could make all your innards flinch
And I've got some friends that I can't believe still exist
My mind is awash with a million images
So many parts to explore in this b*tch
So I look at my life like a glistening pick and mix
Sugar rush, I ain't sure what my limit is
He hung himself using a string of his Licorice
The bouncers parted like the red seas
I polished off my Yah Dong, garcon cheque please
Junkies scratching at their skin until their chest bleeds
You can fill a whole bulging bin bag with dead fleas

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list
Verse 2:
Check the account, 24p
Got a problem, never call me
When you see man skanking in silence
I'm just speaking in semaphore G
You're afraid to die, sh*t that's a waste of time
Drawer full o' blindfolds, ashamed of your naked eye
You live that heinous lie, I sat there nodding my head
Whiplash, heavy heart like a rock in my chest
Yeah I did it, i'm just immoral I guess
And tonight which suburb of hell should I colonise next?
Medieval freak to a modernised mess
And the gas you spout ain't rotting my flesh
Yeah their ain't no frog in my neck
I can't feed you a fork full of paradise
I ain't a qualified chef

Hook:
I've got this Wristband molded round my fist
It reads access all areas to never ending bliss
Check the list, I told 'em check the list check the list X2