I think I am a loner
With a boner on sand street
I like people but many bore me to death
I like death but nobody speaks
I like the talk you make to sunshine
Spinning out on the drain
Talking to ya self
Is a the answering fact
In the circle out of the circle
The choice is mine
Whether it be cones or clones
Or wobbly bones
I aint got no shirts of the label
I'd rather lay my cards on the
Big round trunk tree deal the deck
Time to reject table
Calling my mate Alexander Mays
Who lived in the Hays
Like a soul child creator
Looking for the leecher
A mother preacher
Called the other day
Said Im your hole soul
With a histaman adrenalin roll
Saying get to the task
Of that can
Bite the cone
Sink the star near a sky foulding in show
no blow in so ho
I gotta drink A pint inself style
With the hemroid growth plant
Sitting on the blown stone me up
The reading path blues
No thanks
I play a song
Full on
Self conscious rejection
Of sometime otherwise
Wickedly wobberly ways_____2 march '94(Goa)