Alchemisland

More green than a clover field

Overuse for real, but now it’s over

My blunts considered the evening closer

Use one and you’ll be folded

Hash smell on all my clothes

Keep using, keep abusing, and never get older

World can’t turn because it’s on my shoulders

Falling apart but on I soldier

Going fast like I’m dodging explosions

Cut across the water like Moses

Cut with rat poison, bloody noses

Winking cameras, facial exposure

All about you, those who watch know it

Here today, gone tomorrow, lack of closure

What I do would kill most, your bloke’d be toast

Now bend over and touch those toes, rearing to go

Her mouth made an O, black sun beneath the nose

Scarper quick, it was Daz I sold ya

Get off it now, I already told ya.