Alchemisland

Hand swaddling cash

Waddling off with the swag bagged

As clans begin to clash

Tenuous alliances fall and crash

Find out who’s a pal and who’s only a pal until they’re down bad

Stood pat on the foot path, had my salesman patter down pat

I was hard as a butter pat straight from an ice bath

Promise it’s good value, Fam

Good quality valium in volume in a SuperValu bag

Help you turn down the World’s volume, also can I bum a fag?

Once in my hand I light it quick then take a long drag

Exhale a lot of smoke like a dragon, offer the buyer a sip of my naggin

At this stage I don’t need to be nagging people, or dragging

Them by the collar, collar them or con them

Into buying my uncollared greens, kept up my arse in a condom

I’ve a lovely condo nearby, it’s the one with the condemned sign outside

Sometime drop by and say hi, they will when they’re itching to get high

My salary isn’t high, yet, but it’s enough to get by and keep my lips wet

I’ve never been the brightest but I could always twist a bind; get sour grapes, make sour wine

I spend an hour writing, my only power, chain smoking Woodbines and sighing

You keep going, you keep hoping for Zion, anything to stymie the crying

I’ve got a twitch and various itches like I ate monkey brains and the prion

Diseases are slowly changing my make-up, eating away at me

But today is not that day so I finish off my tae and head to the skate

Park where there’s always someone wanting ganj to spark

If something feels off I don’t wait for it to start

Like if your stomach is bubbling, you shouldn’t risk a fart

Off around town like the ragman, minus a horse and cart

I go past the scrapyard, see the rusted old parts

I walk past the empty space, it used to be a market

Down old cobbled streets named after old martyrs

I’m a lone wolf and I’ve never been one for partners

Too clever by half, for starters; every pal eventually has your guts for garters

One minute you’re clinking together two pints of the black stuff courtesy of Arthur’s clan

The next minute you’re left in the lurch, cleared out, without a back up plan

So I try to stay frosty and think ahead, keep fit and practiced

Keep everyone at a cold distance, any closeness was just acting

I try not to be impacted finding out proposed shepherds were abactors

I keep doing my thing, keep my back straight and keep at it

Sticktoitiveness, that’s all that really matters

I go pass the abandoned ball alley, full of rusted fridges and ripped mattresses

I was optimistically minded but never blind to the world’s cruel design

I take the left at the sign to the place I have in mind 

My fiends are in a line, like a criminal line up, like stars in alignment

Sold all the bags on me, I was a happy Paddy, frankly I played a blinder

I had a flatcap on me because the sun was blinding, I’d be lying

If I denied that I was a most cat-like lion, but what’s mine is mine

And if you cross that line you’re dying

I’m not by nature violent but that doesn’t invite you to try it

I’m churchmouse quiet but I can flip that switch and riot

Not quite monument valley

But I’ve got all that you want down this dark alley

Please ignore the bally, it’s to protect my identity while I’m selling Cali.