ZINC - ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN

See the thing is I'm an ambiguous lizard

You think I'd be happy In my reptile skin in

my specific reptile conditions

Like there'd be No need not to thank at Thanksgiving

 

So come on in and Have a spin with the green

Stick while I smoke a stick of spliffs in a mix made by me

Slash my maid in manhattan either way mad hattery

Assault and battery

 

He he he Look at me having fun

Sticking out my two-prongued lizard tongue

up The two blondes who've come with my uncle

Whose for dinner Debbie downer going down on Deirdre

 

But think again bitch

Cos I'm the gift that keeps on gifting

Causing a rift now I have to sift

through it with you til Christmas dinner

 

I'm the truth it's the truth but truth be told

I might be involved in what's bad for the soul

except that I'm a recluse and you

made me do it with a blindfold too

 

Because you kept staring at me this is a on u

Said true sad but true mad can you

B but you can't stay that way or I'll kill you

No statues in my site or microphones when me and you

 

are getting high like kites

past joint to the left-hand side

no matter what your disposition

or the imposition or what issues you can

 

conjure up with in your little

piece of divine existence

That you think sounds more right

Evenif you were the cable guy

 

cooking the superhighway up In a shit position

pole position sitting on the thing

right there in a crisis it's my definition

like I'm crying sitting on a dildo

 

Why? I'm fucked and I might need medication

because uhhhhhh lately

my lines are blurred Im suspecting the worst

Like I'm the prime suspect in my mind driving a hearse

 

Good cop bad cop at the same time

Justice no it mustn't be its just the

interrogation room in my mind

and witness innocent bystander and bail bondsman all at the same time

 

like synchronised players of the scenes that I

Criminally convict and commit from time to time

It's possible I'm a crocodile but whether my

little skin is wearing thin or if I'm not as sick of skin Inside

 

too many sticks got thrown

my trusty show may as well be a total aware my past so well Spaced to be a human barely able to prove it

To stand attributing and claiming theres nothing to it

 

These scales I've had for ages

and I cut my tongue in 88 places

now I look like a snake plus

I'm a shade darker than navy

with that tinge of maybe magenta maybe

purple either way it's hurtful when they say I look gay because the fire I breathe on any random day

like a dragon I slay them may as well be a gay

dude the way I fuck them and annihilate

whoever standing in my way

As a default because deep down

this crisis isn't midlife yet now

or even a quarter of rum I've put down

relax i'm having fun this is how

I digest guy you're talking to a cannibal now

just like the reptile I've become gets down

Fuck them all fuck all the walls and bow

At what once we looked up at let them down

with your hair now and twist and shout

Like a Lennon crowd

if you feel it babe I'll be beatlemania

ticket tape parade the screaming teenage

girls the balustrades fuss the media made

the risk to safety and the reclusive way

the Beatles made the albums after those 60s days

and all the hippies in the woods

and all that said that made its way

In a baked third eyes mindmapped haze

and I'd be the joint you'd palm off on your right

But the smoke you used to get high

which if I'm not mistaken was the first time

your crocodile mind alternated started imagining inside

All your alligator origins

and ultimately here we are

At this reptile moment in time

 

I can make you sway or Trail off ... when it's time in life

But I'm in my defence I'm absent minded

Plus I'm on the defensive despite the sniper rifle that remind me before I forget twice

 

I am quite keen I shot with the brothel with a rifle cocked

Last time I shot One I got a bull's-eye

at a rodeo no word of a lie we have the robot ball that was ropeable with me myself and soldier guy turns out that I did time in my attic's mind to 25 then 25 to life of maths every time I fried up to fail junior high

Don't know why

Maybe that answer we would find

With the algebraic answers to what distances are X and Y

 

I used want to learn but didn't seem right

For my paranoia and anxiety combined

Pushed right to the side

Why do I care which ones are prime numbers bitch I'm in my prime

Teacher says you need it someday

I agree teach I need you to bend ur knees for

me just one sweet day one Sunday preferably

And She nods her head along with me

As if I know Head job probabilities

She just messing with me

She's trying to stay on topic

Keep my eyes on the problem

But it's trigonometry

and I'm an invisible object being dishonest about everything

not just today every day

I exist in the way that now seems fake

but it's reversed the other way

Like I'm playing inverted on halo back in the day

like I'm phantom that turns up early not late

too early for the surprise even get made

No eyebrows raised

just my sweat pours down from my pores

and sprawls al upon the wall

she looks at me knows for sure I want to get my paws

up in her boarish short shorts

 

Making me stand tall in fact

Organise their social in fabric

Make me want to snatch her

in her snatch it's tragic

how like magic in the mind of Dr Savage

like five times finding way ha ha what shut up can I have some

peace and quiet in my mind but I'm trying to imagine

fucking me in real time Jekyll and hide

Abusing drugs altering my minds

With a stupid amphibian maths solution dangling as the prize