Where to begin, where were we before? I I used to say some shit before I used to say some: Me, more I used to say it when I was me-less I used to say some shit about shoes with my heels digging in Buried deep in shit eating chagrin I used to say some shit about a stopped clock As the time slipped right off my hands I've been finding my grip Clutched at straws swallowing drip I am the pipe I hit myself with The hands of men guiding my fists Judge, jury, swedgecutioner You'll be alright if I dip I was the hole I filled in Sand stone under the skin Ladybower wade in Come gale, come blustery day Let the wind blow out the pane Come blow it all the fuck away Kissed by a witch, I got hexed! A pox on this bitch, circumflex His accent through the ages beckons from the ledge My palms clasped over my chest Praying to cum correct There's a man on the overground with a manic guffaw and I'm two carriages back Same train, same track I was out on the lash when the whip cracked Lost in snares, unprepared for the thumb tic tac We flag down the taxi to the next gaff I'll never let myself forget They had me out on a witch hunt when I found myself