Alchemisland

Chemicals got me bouncing off the walls

Drinking Jager from a fag-stabbed ashtray

If you can take it you can get that anyday

Testing time, bag stabbed, sherbert dibdab the end of my knife

Lick it twice, yes that’s nice, coming back to mine if you’ll half the price

What am I saying? That’s not my life

I’m doing woodpiles of weed and writing unseemly screeds

Watching, seeing me eat, in every mirror I pass preening

Cosh in pocket, Liam Neeson

Call me sir and while you’re at it start kneeling

It’s not a gun that I’m concealing

Good grub cut away a panel in the ceiling.