Alchemisland

Blasting tunes, driving miles

Honour due, my platoon on trial for war crimes

They’re trying to take my captain’s stripes

Hidden snakes and drone strikes

Hits I take, not Lucky Strikes

I’m uptown, but no funk like

Lasting a while, they do tend to cycle

But it’s starting to feel like a spiral

I don’t mean downward, trapped in my spinal

K hole, feel deep in a silo

Psycho, lay low so I’m shitting in a hole

Drugs make me smile for a little while

Until it’s the flipside, the off dial

Coughing up bile in the toilet stile

Boyish with great style a while ago

Now I’m toying with opiates 

Flown over here via the Nile, fleet of Opals into the night

I sell to hopeless and homeless, stymie sadness a while

Treat them right so they line up outside 

Sleep here, at most, six nights

No sleeping anymore, most nights I’m up red-eyed and high as a flight

Bird of prey, I’m a fierce kite

They wanna book me but not the Bible

I want to be an idol, they wanna see me idle

Camel through a needle eye

Needle through your eye if your camera is spying

I’m not being spiteful but don’t fucking cry, crocodile

I’ll watch you die slowly, just for a trifle

Fuck a license, use Unc’s rifle Deer Hunter style

Babel tower, fuck the Eiffel

Babe likes power, she likes to fuck for a stipend

Knickers stripey, dick her when it’s dicey

Boyfriend due to arrive, heart is icy

Yours would be too, you saw what I see daily

I’m on the doorstop entering, like I’m delivering mail

But when I’m leaving, it’s bailing quick over back railings

Got no PC but PCP, no OBE for me, closer to ODB

Overdraft in AIB, masked up in a rented JCB

Mass grave for you and your mates after a raid, TCB

2CBs where I keep CDs

Chasing spirits like I’m Soul Reaver

Fame and fortune sole reason

Busy bee and eager beaver

I’ll dead the beef and I’m not teasing

Dead, not leaves, the falling season

If I see you strolling through

Show you how a big man do

Send a cunt to ICU

Icepack for his black and blue

Bruises, dispatched when you’re no longer use

Abusive and he’s effusive but there’s no proper proof

Any foe comes through I disappear, smokebomb poof

Batman how I haunt the roofs, looking down on all the spooks

Tenpenny tower, I got the nukes and all the tools

Tell him whatever, any spoof, lead you to your tomb

Numb your gums and last tooth

My soul black as the back of your spoon

In the back of my Saloon doing yak 

Listening to old crooners at One-Eyed Jack’s

All my crew are driving Jags because we sold bags 

Gorgeous thing she used to dance, now she’s half a hag

All her elements sag, sniffing glue from a bag at Central Bank

Shit hot fella trying to steal a teenager’s bag

Hanging out sucking dicks for ends on drinks

Used to wear minks, now she’s dressing from the clothes banks

I’ve got speed dial numbers, influenced unders and Brinks

Amount of cash this stinking ash brings

We’re smoking hash, every finger got rings

If the smell lingers like the fanny of a tinker, there’s bleach under the sink

Don’t need fixing don’t need tinkering

Fingered her asshole and dirtied my pinkyring

Swore on Osiris it’d be coming in tonight

In the silence, praying there’ll be no violence

Praying there’ll be no police sirens

Sighing as the ship lights enter sight

Rise in triumph, twice blink the lights

They’re on rocks, like mythic sirens

I’m on the docks wearing docs

Use my cock more than Byron

What I cut it with smells like burnt tyres

Read and write all night, red and white like Bayern

Need a mansion all mine, with stone amphora and marble lions outside

Have to keep clear lines, keep selling lines to felons and felines

Dropzone, hot chrome, I make the beeline

Drop poems, not loads, never the B-side

Maximum stay one night, don’t need anyone beside

Don’t need anyone’s advice, save before trial

Small line for her, big ones for me; isosceles triangle

Looking at the moon dangle, I saw Celene hanging off it

Big tits, nice bangs, wide bangles dangling around her ankles

Pants around her ankles, asking daddy for a spanking

Can’t cum unless she’s strangled, got a thing for gangsters

Demon when she’s mangled, I’m about her head like a kangol

Gives me head, cummy hair gets tangled

Teach her how many it takes to Tango

Lets me use her bags and backside as spare cargo

Before she met me, never used gold cards or tasted escargot

Nowhere else to go, she goes where my car goes

They’re praying for my imminent arrival

For my poppy depriveds

Slum delivery, eighths and ninths like Roman legions

‘Burbs just as depraved as these back lanes, believe it.