Concert in aid of Granada
No shame about Sinéad
Our achievements were great, it was fate
High five and hug, “We made it!”
Sin é, all the souls ever gyring in a great flaming tornado
Where I lay my head, my little lay low, a place holier than Toledo
Told my friends to visit me today, they “accidentally” went to Laredo,
Texas. I sent a message “You must be messing”
They said they weren’t, and that the place was pleasant
Fuck them anyway, a load of peasants and pissants
Stupid as road-walking pheasants
I don’t need them, their presences or their birthday presents.
Alchemisland 
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