Tag: drugs
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Talk French
When we’re talking consignment, big business seeking alignment We parrot like we’re in Paris, which the Seine cuts in half He says a name I cut him off, he says it again I cut the cost Costcutter how I cut costs, sanguinary suds coursing, with my draw-blood boxcutter Did a course in how to become…
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Dublin Types and Sorts
Indigents doing coke in the gents Wolfwhistling grabbing testicles, hassling safety glass 24 hour Texaco Ghent’s best offtake an edge, bald Mexican he bought it from His girl’s drug-gullet capacious as a pelican’s A 50s Guinness poster on a Christflank scratched mirror, as much reflection as pension book stamps are of a life A Toucan…
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LORDOFTHETINGS
Must be back home Never been higher than I was in the Shire Behind Maggot’s byre we set a joint afire I’m sent, more tree than Ent Smoking it down to the end Bilblowback Bongins, monged out with elves Never took L’s in the misty mountain dells Ganjdalf is the one who sells Must be…
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Cannibal Corpse Merch
Sitting in class, my Christian Brother school Black Cannibal Corpse hoodie feeling cool One ghoul or another exposing a womb Born in a tomb of the mutilated, teachers I hated I get double tests of, fated To hold my face to keep awake Everyday is exactly the same Fucksake it’s draining, takes cake this for…
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Definitely Getting In
We started early Gig’s in Marlay No sign of Jacob Names and numbers like a parley On paper in my parlour Scarlet to ring you so early How’s your mother? Grand sure, listen Have you got powder? Ten minutes, sound brudder I’m in me kitchen, yeah Gonna be a growler alri’. Think I’m seeing the…
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Stillorgan High
Down here it’s StillorGanja Stand still deliver Life or ganja Never gunjam, never gun blam coz never gun have nor handle Cutting organza to mask the plant gas Leia Organa gold bikini sunhit glint ass Spin my whip fast Like a dirigible gunship gatling and blast.
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Is Yours Working?
I’m going to give him a shout, Pet Don’t know if my trips are working yet Lean in, little wobbly, ask for a lighter You hand it over, I light the igniter Smoke turned into a hot dog bun full of spiders How long did you say the trip would last, Pet?
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Keef Pipe
I scrape Keef dust out the rim with a red Bic pen lid My heart rhythm is an angst drum with jazz rhythm Arrhythmia in five four collision Wreck of Hesperus shoulder off M6 Twenty third exit, alight for River Styx I ground the bricks to finer bits Keef is all the dust from it…
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Bloodwet Chapel
Smoking so much I am seasick On land, terra firma again Tear a corner of the skin ingot Take a corner flag, Father Cyril innit I’ve had prognosis from Doctor Synott I’ve seen blood spill in the holy synod Heard threnody in the air like a linnet On the wing Trinity tasking ranks with reaping…