Alchemisland

I’m wearing Berghaus 

Shouting, hanging out the downed window

Doing car park burnouts

House in the undead burg 

Another two hundred years in purgatory 

Per my dark deal’s terms

They have technology 

But I have the next knowledge

Borrowing from tomorrow 

First time try the right porridge

Sucking my cock like an orange lozenge

So much dosh got stonking swole pockets

Obese wallet

Swanning round, on it, daylight robbery 

If they collared me, one swab 

And thirty crimes would be solved 

I’m heavily involved 

One of the heavies, call in to resolve 

Most know to fear my black Volvo’s arrival 

Woman you’re always moaning 

I’m dreaming of wearing cloaks, besting foes

Being Conan, king of Aquilonia

I deserve a jewelled throne and more

My name on the lips of the Stone of Scone

My initials inscribed on the tomb of Osiris 

Or so I’m told by an old member of OTO.