Alchemisland

I need loadsa leaf to feel internal ciúnas

Brew and a fag, maybe two

John-Minton-suave crew in session downstairs, blowing the top out the room

Through the walls tunes booming, I can feel the neighbours staring, fuming

Tearing out their hair while this place in Mayfair gets fumigated, new lair

Blowtorch the top out the zoot then hoof a John player

Can’t blow my top if I’m polluted but I wouldn’t double dare or fail to salute

I start laughing

And sense relief in my unit.