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Admix mad old Mick’s axe
I don’t tell lies But I make word pies to hide the truth inside Telling the truth so many times you realize It got a little better every time More rhythm even rhyme When did it become a lie? Is that Grandfather’s axe beside the woodpile? Regardless, the wood will start the fire.
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Dealing drugs Dublin City
This dealing shit’s a good lark, larfing like laughing gas Non-stop endorphins, endorsing heroin My revenants sleep in shopfronts from Dublin to Dunshaughlin With what’s in their pockets I’m going jewellery shopping Iced out with three lockets, I’m the hottest sprocket Jack Parsons how often I ignite, obsessed with rockets Order two steaks with pepper…
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Black47back
Potatoes blight-smothered Bright uniformed enforcers Turfing out sunken Mothers Brother killing brother Proddie oaths uttered Eating weeds stifling hunger Brits living it up Legs up at the Ritz Taigs taking the sip Of traitor’s soup Trains of troopers Trained for rural evictions Such scenes lately fixtures Long fissures, spuds dead in lazy beds Country is…
Alchemisland 