headed out to where they cannot say,

ten driving who nose,

vodka and coke,

were pissed up and broke,

a brawl in the gutter,

south of the border,

opinions made to order,

are they like you and me,

viewed through a 5 page spread,

sunday morning read in bed,

walking tiptoes, consequence who knows,

powder and flour, oh you feel a little power,

I dont want to hear your lifes work,

I know its right when the truth hurts,

East end edens, and west end simple simpleton

pay the bill please sir,

rob the till feel free power of authority.

demolition signs rot around our community centre,

everyones a revolution looking for a solution,

please please please you make me ill at ease,

prostitues in uniforms and orders filled in on forms,

Im viewing the norm like a good little worm,

put me on a leash and release me on the beach,

play your music as loud as you can, I am someone something you could not want to understand, i can do my own thing.

i cannot explain fish hooks in my brain, so strange, no pain.

a pleasant sensation were going down in contemplation.

mango and guava halves wolves chasing cows and calves,

beer and tea and coffee hanging from a wall and i want me,

so clear and so transparent or it seems at least apparent,

these little games you want to play with four pairs of legs,

so break them I beg, the new depths of which not to dredge.

your hanging off this ledge, like all good little party monsters,

and all the young hedonists, fell in to the precipice,

and just because they said they dont want you dont mean they cant live without you, just becuase you lose doesn't mean you cant win, just because you never start dont mean you can begin, just becuase your a saint doesn't mean you cant sin.

ashtray eyes and an ashtray brain, kind of dreadlocked kind of dreadnot.