I listened to a song this morning
Many notes were played in rhythm
This place should have heard the pubic stretchers in gaze
The milk should have been brought in for tea
But alas the DJs vibe has infultrated the paddock
A day was around the corner yesterday
When nice shoes werent seen at night
On the doorway of inside grooves in juice
James Brown get down
May house parties with style die

This place at the bottom of the top
Is dying a sad death at the hands of
A corruption built to conform the colour of
Jeans
Means
Face
And inter mind warp expansion of my case
Stick coctails and bow mother fucker ties
Roll in the shit of non Eden graizers
Fuck the whores and bastard pullers
In the sperm of Lyndon Johnson
Does a one night out constitute
An opinion of a thousand nights?
Will the bar be open tomorrow
Or does the robot only get served the oil in their mind

Wheres the table gone with a jandle or two
The jugs with rounds of topic meaningful changes
Relaxation with an edge is missed
Human existence is gone
The scripts are handed out at the door
Take one or fuck off with a punch
A brain who thinks with their jeans
Is an exciting evolution
Bye said the snake shedding its skin
I'm off to another bar with
The special note
The endless feeling is always around the cornerI'm off in ground reasoning flight

2 days in this town can be like a
Boot in snails way
Smoosh crackle smudge
The house to cover conforming excretion crumbles
A flat slug lies in the centre
Of the no history city
Unless you find it on the inside
All will go
So with pen and a Mile's tape
A pair of boots_dirty.