Panic To Edible
Ego in the mould
Panic in the centrefold
Those
Trying for a hand
Are west coast tears
Wishing for a garage band
Been on the stun
Limp lines aghast
Wisdom in a gutter pun
And a stick poke tattooist
Ego
In the fold
Nothing on my sole
Bowls of west way lights
Not a threat but an offer
Swimming on the treachery
Sleeping on a pallid egg
Of a mulleted pork
Roll defeat on a county lane
Bring the fear, bring the fear
Course work on forgery tools
Bring the tears, bring the tears
Past lives all assembled for viewing
In the homе town hall
Ring Mattheus, ring Mattheus
All the anglеs that inflict faintly
From the journalistic façade
Sing Delius, sing Delius
Panic! to edible
Panic! to edible
Panic! to edible
Delivered to your door
Considered but done for
Cheque in the chino
I did not get the pass
But I did all the work
Re-enactment! Re-enactment!
And it’s all meat
Loving girl
I saw action, I saw action