We started early
Gig’s in Marlay
No sign of Jacob
Names and numbers like a parley
On paper in my parlour
Scarlet to ring you so early
How’s your mother?
Grand sure, listen
Have you got powder?
Ten minutes, sound brudder
I’m in me kitchen, yeah
Gonna be a growler alri’.
Think I’m seeing the White Stripes
How many straight lines accounted for on my black countertop
Striped Perry polo top with the collar popped, me lucky jocks
A big hash block and a strawberry Yop with a baggy in
Hope it doesn’t pop
Bought a bottle of pop
Screwed off the top and it bubbled up
Made a pop from it
Hit it outside the shop
Smoke from the top like Volcano popped
Popped a few pills, more Es than ease
Squeezed between my oh please
My knees are eager like a Van Damme fighter feature
My thighs below a set of hips that don’t lie, Muay Thai style guy
I don’t sleep at night with all the pills I bite
All the cash I pile makes me paranoid
Electric sheep gotta sleep to dream of androids
Andrew comes up on my android, says outside
Character larger than life, outsized, ostracised
He’ll decline but I invite him inside
He’s soon paid and off back to Malahide
Boys inside are going buck wild
Get a load of this prize
Boys expecting a scratch card
I whip out the fresh white
Debit card a kitchen knife, snort hard
We rail the first couple fast, blast them up our coke-plastered nostrils
Boys, what even is life
It’s not even ten past nine and we’re hard on the Buckfast
Couple of hardy bucks lads, mitzis and subis and saying class
In the Viper’s voice, kicked outta class every day since last
March, report always says I’m smart but until I can compart
My mental eyes I’ll struggle to do anything other than stick apart
Quite a barb I thought, he didn’t know I was a secret bard as well as a hard
Lad, we must have snorted the corner off a slab, we’re slathering
Place is like a meth lab when we gear up to leave, lathering
On Lynx, links in my chain more numerous than chinks in my brain
Chicks on my brain, hope I get brain then disappear like David Blaine
She looks out like a Juliet and sees me sprinting down the lane
Licked the gowl off her so she can’t complain
She was sinking into the bed like a bloodstain.
Door hammering all morning, this house of mine
More bell than church, more Knock than shrine
Headcount before we leave, count nine
One more head pops up
Sorry bro
Whack a mole
Was taking a line
Cut through lanes and Marlay Grange
Hermione Granger how people think I’m strange
I’m home on the range
The boys love danger
I’ve done that much ye
Me own ma’s a stranger
Anyone who looks funny gets a straightener
A straight left straight to chest, Sataners
With long hair to shout Nirvana at, you twats
Line is long but moving along, good flock
Nicely, Nestea half vodka nifty in my jocks
Where some keep a glock
Where others stuff socks
With me, it’s just my cock if you ignore the sloshing
Absolutely plootered, pleurisy from the weed leaf
No chance these fat bald bouncers won’t grief me
Alone they better leave me, solitary creature
But when I’m hungry I’ll fucking eat ya.
Drank my last can
Skied it tin kestrel
Fistful of ket
My morning petrol
Garda on patrol
Keys up my nose
Right under their nose
Cordoned off the road
But I live here bro, stall
We creep around the back
Then hop over the wall
Going to the festival
Know you won’t molest my bro
Look like you won’t let me go
Trust me bro, wave me through and in I go
I’m gonna be there in there showing off
You’ll be off showing
Young kids your cock.
Alchemisland 
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