Alchemisland

Apple picking season

In Phoenix Park with Eve

Tell her if she’s walking through leaves watch for needles

If we hadn’t been bummed by priests, we’d still have Jesus

My shit green as greengages, greener than green gables

A single drag fade you and give you the fear, teenager

In trouble, seen an endless struggle all summer diseased

Something I can’t see moving through the trees above me

Taking in these trees even though they blunt me

Ash tray on my knee constantly

Nights who say Ni honestly

Can’t say no, let us not go

To Camelot

Circuits around the block trying to walk it off

Whaskey around the clock, Blot Outdoors Show

I’m in the grey and green Great Outdoors coat

I’m readying the land with a hoe, where the grass will grow

Hail, rain, wind or snow I’ll be going

When I go in, have your missus oh-ing

When I knock in, have what you’re owing to hand

Or you’ll get fed back to the land, count it right into my hand

Or get fed back to the land, so many fastens a rubberbandit

Smoking acrid weed nasties, gach lá

Bumper car Moses, dodge law.