i lead my life
i lead it around like a hound
i entered my life in a contest
i let my life go into hibernation tho there was a little sleep
the nineteen nigh-nties was a marsh
i hit it like a brick will
i was that guy in that film
that film about a dome
i was the main guy yeah it was a long time ago being
i was the one who said those now famous lines
now we will all burn……
i have a black n white still that i autographed for fans that i meet
i drive an old rover with a crack gasket n oilcase crank
i smoke a pipe full of pipe dream but it goes up in smoke
oh how the time blast past
this music i had made
i had had it made to order
to order around you see
around and around
the stars go round our moon you know
and black cats moan down my stylo-phone
and i circle the block as you took off your close
and i live in a place where there is no trace
its no thrace its no your embrace
lamb you know who i am
my house on the street where the 4 winds meet
my home on the range rover over the little hills
my hills hoist still warm n moist oh rejoice lamb
my cartesian symphony nymph oh you dream
you dream of my friend rex with his black dragon tattoo
oh i know you do oh i know you do
whats on the menu?
tree flesh fillets with caramelised love truffles
light serving of gods fresh air with garnish of willing fruit
sparkling holy wine w/water consecrated by nimrods daughter
turkish taboo with french kiss and english rain
morning surprise (from the night before)
bottomless cup of adams ale (one per customer)
selection of good n evil toffee apples
i order the surprise
i order it to piss off and surprise someone else
i get cranky when i read about all the stuff in the paper
all the stuff that isnt about me i mean
i mean i love to see old me in fine print
snapped at the airport by a fan then snapped at the fan at the airport
the fan snapped and i had a lawmansuit on my hands
i jumped in a cab and the driver knows me
‘ere its reg kilbey ! he says …where we off to ,reg…?
surry street crown hills i say flipping him a sovereign to shut up
i look out the window at the slinky women who were once black cats
they float thru their day like ether like fire like an invisible veil
if only they knew that its reg kilbey in here i smirk in the cab
but the slinky women do not know and they blow away down streets
i jump out at nondescript doors i make my way through past
at twilight the dining room is quite a silver sight for saw eyes
tranquility music is piped from afar
some thought wave analyser machine selects my mood swinging cool
i subscribe through a scheme that comes thru in reams
i ravish attention on lashings of cream and boy do i then dream
i sit in the dark where its peaceful and calm
i am unarmed lamb i am quite unharmed
i mean i still cant do anything with my limbos
theyre all akimbo
bimbo you must think me dim
i know you think of him
i know about your lucky whim
and your old friend kim who once fucked jim
talking of sex makes you think of my friend rex
with his muscle or two
and his black dragon tattoo
his eyes cobalt blew
his gear kangaroo
his XL peru
his ATM yew
his triple star * brew
his chosen few why thats presumably you
wow
i wish i had
a black dragon tattoo
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