She asked my name and so I ran
Man in Canterbury tracksuit bottoms and marron Dubarrys parroting
Talking shite, born with a golden carrot in his food pipe
Golden case to carry it golden chariot
I was born malformed, carried in a bag 4 life until I was 4
From the kitchen where I was born, given life on grimy tiles
To the mouldy room that held the crib, I breathed pestilence in
No wonder I’m short, thin with a simian trim
This spare tit spent a summer in Canberra in 2006
Too many beer cans when he casts my way a judgemental glance
I can’t let that pass over my head, I walk right over fit to collapse
Grasp his collar and ask what you checking out, grass?
Bust his snout without recourse to grab the glass, hand does the task
Blowing pink raspberries, looks like someone spilled cranberries
Girl whose reluctance he hoped to defeat with feetsweeping gentility
Began screaming into infinity
She’s not used to violence incidents, she names the Trinity
I laugh, titan clash like Titanic smashing into some ice cubes
Water glass on the dash ripples running through it
When I start moving toward you dim slags.
Alchemisland 
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