Alchemisland

It’s a definite maybe, found my oasis

On that train, one made of gravy

Little Engine That Could, as told by Major Payne

Carriage opposite they’re staring like I’m a painting, apparently

My snakeskins on the table, blowing doja not caring

Nothing askew or astray, not a hair, clearly I’m the heir apparent

Hair’s not what you’d call fair but neither’s life, got jokes, here every night

They’re wondering what I did, like Pete about Katie

I got bills on me, and more hid

Did what I did, got what I got

Get what you’ll get if you ponder my rocks

Bills in my pockets, bills stuffed in my socks

Chrome Hearts shot glass cost 3 grand

And I don’t even drink, lad

Swear down on me nan as they say in England, here’s the plan: get massive

Grabbed then ran, Jack the Lad

I could let ten million grand gan doon the pan.