Alchemisland

I don’t remember the last time we stopped moving

New schools, new faces, always on the move

But tonight we’re slowing down, catching a movie

Hopefully, he licks his lips, something with nudity

She’s awkward in the porno theatre, this is all new to me you see

Travis Bickel social skills, and a coming blood red sea

Propaganda Dui, masons and jesuits in the Holy Cee

It’s the sailor’s life for me, for me

A bottle of rum corked by a 3 inch Nelson

The IRA blew up half of Nelson’s Column

Undid his belt and blew him, cumjunk in great volume

Gumming until I’m numb

My dick a nub, so I never leave without my gun

Let’s do the William Tell act right here right now, Hun.