Had a blow job on the golf course, late at night—

(still got it in a biscuit tin big cupboard top shelf)

Like my home my left arm isn't mine anymore

We can all change—

(in the back of the shop into civvies)

"This top's tight on me I need to swap it

How could something so simple ruin my day"

My aunt ain't all that and when it comes to her sister

Mums the word

I MAY HAVE JUST ONE EYE, BUT ITS ALL MINE

ALL MINE

Can't see for dreaming

Can't sleep for caffeine

Can't cry for laughing

Can't laugh for screaming

I'm not the man you believe me to be

I've been dead too many years

You can rewind me pause me

Praise me excoriate me

Drink my blood eat my flesh

Just don't put me back in the box for another 2 millennia


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