Spend the journey tucking tight to pillars, ducking diving to stay hidden
Paranoid some villain has sniper scopes trained on me, his hopes
My hope’s end, God knows for what, jealousy of my dope empire;
Perhaps he’s mad I bagged his baddie, now he’s brave because he’s high
His cuz and guys gassed him up now he’s too far gone to stop
Once you’re at the book depository, JFK’s getting shot
Dip into the shop, skins and smokes top up, walking hot
Crop bags hang near my bollocks, wearing tighter jocks
Than a man with a concrete cock and bollocks
Otherwise it knocks against his knees
Sets them knocking, J Fox something shocking.
Alchemisland 
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