Alcoholic Author

"I'll tell you what I want... I want something now This is the life like I left, you know what I mean?" [Verse 1] Like Bukowski the alcoholic author Son of the devil, I'll turn wine into water My physical form's a metaphor for disorder Absorb the trauma, my status is borderline And I am short of time, sure to find my keeper Alive within reach of the reaper The light sleeper, drifts deeper into darkness Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather's Born after the last generation of gypsies Move from the sticks to the city's Give me 26 characters for home sick travellers Bi-centennial men, hunter gatherers Who run with the scavengers and brave the dangers My tongue a labyrinth in this maze of pages Playin' David, I stand defiant to the last dying giant The android man, I walk silent and talk science The child who sought guidance The war cry echoes through these blood-stained empires [Scratches] "A man of many premonitions, Jehst" "... vegabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland..." "Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock" --] {Cosmic Gypsies} "A man of many premonitions, Jehst" "... vegabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland..." Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods" "Speaking in barbed wire tongues" [Verse 2] Fascinated by the fire like a child try'na touch the flame I seek change like a busker, but things stay much the same Cut the weather vein, I hear blood water Tapping out the lord's morse code on my window pane I rain dance 'till the harvest comes Brave hearts keep beating to the hardest drums Bastard sons are lost God's long forgotton Monolithic heads on this island gone rotten On top of the world or on the bottom of the food chain We stay the same but our fears take a new name We're all players so place your bets You made your bed - lay in it and pray for the best Death's door stays open to all without prejudice I'm the fifth element at war with my nemesis Brain storm genesis, this is the start My whole world's overcast so I live in the dark I adapt now my vision is sharp Go home to my house made of glass and throw stones for a laugh The favourite that came in last I clutch at straws and I'm cut by a blade of grass I've done enough for you, you've done nothing for me I'm puffing the tree, the bloodshed you're rushing to see "Look we gotta hold ourselves together... we got to See man if we go to pieces somebody out there's gonna get us" "Latest sports news off the street bite Our friend's are on second base and trying to make it all the way home But the inside word is that the odds are against them Stay tuned bumba ras, stay tuned"