Alchemisland

Nobody’s saying you have to be a dove

But you could be better husband, lover

You can be a bitter bastard, smothering

More baggage than a dustbin, Monday night

I roll it down the drive

Waking up everyday, Pearl Jam’s opposite

Oh fuck I’m still alive

Jiver from Turkey, Yousef Dicek

I’ll be there; the driver, you groom the musket

No room for gloom in my tomb, Bastet

In triad, meowing in the night for Dad

More than bad, more than super

You should see my filthy lucre

I can’t fucking believe it’s not butter

Put you in a box like computer screen pictures

Fuck you I shot, like Mos Eisley Cantina

You’ve got whack ass Jedi Mind Tricks

I’ve spaffed in asses with my one eyed thick dick

Fixed on my eyes, Ludovico headset

JFK’d quick then you died, Ego exit

Falling like pride went first

It couldn’t be worse

Ergo I court the hearse

Grenade threw it caught my horse

Ergot-huffing armed forces

Somme like it hot

But I prefer ypres throat

When I visit passiondale

Dick harder than bread three week’s stale

Brick thicker than the brain of a whale

Ooh la la when the zipper reduces

If I kiss you better watch you don’t get clipped soon, Judas

Scorning the sun so I can worship the moon

Your age was pontoon’s goal when I sent you to the tomb

Years passing ancient statues before you realise they’re of you

If after four puffs you don’t pass it, I’m letting the pups attack you

Call her Big Gulp, wonder why

How else you get inside

Spell smashes like a dropped bottle

Push her aside whilst full throttle, this awful

Every single one trying in my mind like enemy mine

Quadkill if I can catch them lacking a line

Quad damage sound like an industrial alarm

Body shot does serious harm, gib you, mortician gathering you in a barrel.