Alchemisland

Only show respect to Aztec Gods Flensed men, malevolent bats and giant frogs You are low spec, floppy-ready Still making shop trips to buy credit Couldn’t install Age of Empires or browse the net Closing the net, feeling spenny might drop a rack or ten, whole fortunes In the back, more racks than a dungeon…

Outgrew that old coat In this game you rarely get to be an old goat when you’re made  That’s the game we play Walking along blades, dancing on flames  Got them squirming over my earnings  They had that, the worm turned And turned me to a master, journeymen Still on their journey, got the trophy…

Living like a duke  My tunes making saloons rich off the juke  Had a few, had something else in the loo  Same colour as the stuff under Elsa’s shoe Nothing flukey about my lucre  Nothing propish about this luger, proper  Use it to prop up my profits  Nailed to your bonce if hats aren’t doffed …

Purge, removing works by other bards Burning them in the yard Like donut-tired stolen cars Two fiercely-clawed lions carved from prime stone, both barbary Boat party, two hopefuls both looking Barbie Cock ring by Carty, prove you can go that far then we party So much stuff, man apart, think I knew Jafar or was…