When you’re in need
Of salvation
But Jesus
Doesn’t think your worth saving
Well you may be cute
But that’s no parachute
To how you’re falling
When you feel
You’ve done your bit
And it all
Still goes to ****
Well move your life
North from strife
Better start moving
Dance, oh dance
Any chance
You get
To his violin
Or when he sings
My Sweet Satan
When you’re in need
Of salvation
And all you hear
Is satan
He whispers in your ear
He speaks so clear
Better start listening
You can speak
The words you listen
Take some time out
And do some kissing
Your friends have gone cold
And you’re going bald
Better start twisting
Dance, oh dance
Any chance
You get
To his violin
Or when he sings
My Sweet Satan
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 10:59 PM UTC
off the aeroplane
meeting me is christ
he doesn't say a word
he only fries rice
useless tables
are useless politicians
they should be practical
but you can't throw them in the chipper
i'm in-between cupboards
and in-between wards
playing drunk on the piano
so i'm not drafted into war
born sick
and commanded to be well
asking jesus for the secrets
that the useless **** cannot tell
back on the aeroplane
which only now is a spitfire
i'll see you all in newyork
and with all our hearts tired
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
i put my lips around my neighbours
car exhaust to see how it feels
to be a tree
no one tells you about the suicides
the biscuits tins
and fatherless fathers, fathering the biscuits tins
no one tells you about the *** workers
who work for biscuits
but paid in peanuts
walking through John Coltranes garden
hearing Nirvana
cause he likes them
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
have you ever heard of
a Victoria
who spells Victoria
with a W
cause I knew one
oh she was fun
cycled like the sun
you could put her in a bun
with a bunch of W's
have you ever heard of
a Victoria
who spells Victoria
with a W
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
friendly with starvation
and friendly with the guards
but no one goes hungry
when the prisoners are in charge
billionaires are second-class
'god bless the debit cards'
we run around in circles
without Marx in charge
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
queenies gone, she's gone for today
I wont see her tomorrow to today
the lamp bulb needs changing, but I'm too small
I'd share my tooth salt water with her, till I'm eighty four
when she came back, I was cello-taped to the floor
I couldn't tell you how, I was just that bored
the people here hurt my head, and eat all my dreams
an appetite so big, I had to double up on greens
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Going for coffee, when the heat is strong.
Chained to this table, humming this song.
Christmas dinner is in Mexico, New Years on Mars.
Making love to the depression, that’s been here from the start.
There's women in the windows, they are all scarred.
I should have seen it coming, but the heat was not strong.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
if you need some time
just have some of mine
don't feel obliged
if we collide
on this starry night
we don't like anything alphabetical
and we don't like suit and ties
we don't like disaster capitalists
and we don't like the outside
on this starry night
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC
hearing nothing but the wind
and her husband in the trash
smiling at the thought
of living in the past
on comes the train
it’s paved in gold
forgetting at last
accounts from the soul
locked safely in
no room to remove
all of that baggage
locked in their room
bed of railway
pillow of stone
no life taken
only her own
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
christianity but not much christ
not many drinking, but all drunk
housing for everyone, but all homeless
afloat but all have sunk
burning trees whilst watering cacti
arbitrary kindness whilst loving your wife
keeping the bank account to the brim
god is dead and they have killed him
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC