911 never happened
Down to tracksuited reptiles, aqua marine
Shot to the top of the charts
Kings of the food chain
Just ask Mr David
It never happened
CGI arrows piercing pylons and the wispy skies
Watch the news
Brain washing for ones muddied with cobwebs
Those bastard reptiles
Some call it the truth
Some call it a steaming pile
Over a Leo and fried rice with prawns
It made sense for a while
Frozen camera frames
Smoke spirals in the final fifth
No plane
A manifest, epic in all ways
Pick out the bones and spit them into the ashtray
A glass of lukewarm water and a dash of fluoride for the Irish play writers
A non-plussed shower of academics, poets and mirth makers
No fakers in this town, no more 70’s jokes.
This bloke’s onto something
Green grass entourage with so much to say
A grandiose chef, ready to pay
Beer froth and no more games left to play
911 never happened anyway
Just flying black roaches
Chomping through butter