Get that monkey off my back
And chase that dragon I dont want it near me x4



1)

Opium tincture
openthe sinister
Raped by the minister
Loved by the visitor

The spinster
Don’t mince her
Words to convince ya
The secret will rinse her

Deflate and finish her
I see all the cynics were
Trying to mimic her
Trying to link her

Pulling and wringing her
l I turn on the limiter
Morphine in wine
A sign of the times

A time of sick crimes
And the grime is a sign
To open the mind
And the eyes of the blind

Then you will find
It’s all by design
Designed to define
A truthful decline

The chakras align
It’s all too malign
Its evil defined
And god is declined
From our part this time
Now my Sanity’s on the line


2)

A nice little sip
and you’re into the warm zone
And out of the friend zone
And back in the war zone

You need some naltrexone
The brighten those deaf tones
The quieten those mind clones
With faces in smartphones

And egos and bank loans
And bloody Al —Cap-ones
To build up your nice homes
Your life can’t be postponed

It’s time you were de throned
And joining the unknown
The seeds are sown
the fields are dry

The shields do fly
When eyes begin to cry
When fat begins to fry
It fries the ties
And the awful supri
se

That’s materialised
From the void and it’s pages
To the bulging roid ragers
To the stroppy teenagers

A book full of pages
Despite all their ages
And mobiles and pagers
And zero hour wages
We do things in stages
Like wolves in their cages


3)
The milk from a poppy
The habit has got me
The dragon takes over
So chase it completely

It’s seem to complete me
But really defeats me
It isn’t a secret
So come on and beat me

The habit soon eats me
Behaviour repeating
Negative treaties
Emotional weakness

A dream of here after
A swing from the rafters
The grifters and grafters
Are there with the laughter

To string up the martyrs
And be with the fathers
You know what I mean
It’s a fucking palaver

It’s all a big guess
From cradle till death
From your very last breath
To your rebirth and stress

Till you finally regress
From all of this mess
A step to the left
Is a step to the west
In the age of defence
We spare no expense