I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention
I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher
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They call me the [...?] to Islam's plan
I am! I fucking am!
And now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay
But you wouldn't if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
To [...?] and [...?]

And now they call me the [...?]
That's me!....

On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know's flat
This is the one possible mystic act

Breakfast with Bandog
Morning coffee with [Khali? Collie?]
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
With your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead