Alchemisland

We’re in Aliens and I’m Ellen Ripley, plus or minus a few trips

I survived when most went to the crypt with flesh ripped

We’re in Aliens and you’re Burke, company man and worm

Only cloak that you have turns, acid blood third degree burns

Easier working with berks, don’t feel bad about being a jerk

Becoming evil by turns, medieval lord how I’m in furs

Buried you for talking out of turn, on the heath beneath the furze

Ringed by firs, hand steady that’s where your buried

Your blood spurted, redcurrant, your car burnt 

What you suggest’s a no no

Least favourite, worst suggestion, aboard the Nostromo

How I break it up, I’m like Yoko Ono

How I gas it up, I’m a badass promo

I’ll beat that ass if it’s not a no show

Usually is, though

When they’re not pissed, afraid to get hit

My mitts one hit left fist leave a prick red mist

Like we teleported same time, he gibbed.