Alchemisland

I can smell the taste is gonna be amazing

Sizzling like a basement room with no casement on a summer day

Pepper shaker shake it over the eggs and bacon

The butter slides amazing like blood off a railing

Should have worn a helmet skating

Scrape your whole face off, Beksiński painting

So much shine coated in linseed oil

Ronseal how I do what it says on the tin

Djinn comes from within, mind a sleeper train of key-keeping demons

Leave oil on your seat, flick my Djeep

Eat while you burn, appalling aperitif 

Thief the wig of a man who’s balding

Show off your bowling ball, Mr Belding.