Alchemisland

Rumble bubbling up, bronx or the jungle

Builder coming up asking bronze or gold

Hand down my jocks fondling, like my balls were cold

Leave a place I’m fond of like the house was sold

Eyes black like got told twice

Hold up that cold ice

My eyes ice blue and pale

Red in the white, like I bled in the mayo

Halfway through the day, pay’s enough

I’m looking pale like at school age blazed too much

My brain has to be near mush 

Someone rushes in

Turn quick, like someone brushed my shoulder

Some bitter unknown solider, it’s gonna be all over

Your blood gonna be all over, red orange soda

Here and no older, live by a coda

Treat others as you would be treated

But someone gets cheeky, put them in a coma

He’s got wild eyes but compared to me he’s mild, korma

I’m a vindaloo burning through the pot, so hot a yogi coughs

Made with pale peppers which grow on hell’s shore, man

Says he wants to shoot me, put a stop to me, sure man

He’s got the syndrome of a short man, stubby fuse 

I’m like psycho goreman 

Rocking in the shop with a shotgun

Halfway through a roll

Stopping he cocks it

I say eh up

Jump the counter to confront him

Check his ticket, bus conduct him.