I’m a ghost writer
I write about the afterlife
And it’s nothin’ like they told yer
Do you accept my explanation
They been giving you mis-information
It’s nothing like they said it would be

I’m a ghost writer
I write about my friends that haunt the skies
This afterlife is nothin’ like they told yer
I’m giving you a true account
I would never let yer down
It’s nothing like they said it would be

I’m a ghost writer
I write about my friends that haunt the skies
This afterlife is nothin’ like they told yer
I would never bullshit you
Everything I type is true
It’s nothing like they said it would be

You always hurt the one you love
And in my case that is me
I was blessed by God above
With stupidity
And time stopped when I left the city
Now I just got the Vegas recollections
Your husband wants to hit me
When I look in your direction
And this poetry is a pisser
I keep thinkin’ of ways to say I miss yer
There’s a high body count around here
You can still count on mine my dear

I work for the cannibal
As a head waiter
She don’t serve no vegetables
I think I hate her
But Egon Ronay rates her
She’s a bitch and she never pays me
Some time sooner or later
Something makes yer crazy
Howling at the moon
Trying to sing this crazy tune
Howling with Coyotes
Or time, money or women
Maybe Archbishop Baldwin
And the Cross Keys of St Peter
Is this a new life callin ?
I can’t wait to meet yer

When I pulled down the pillars of faith
I think I only made things worse
The stone tablets of evil
In the back of my big black hearse
This world is mostly a mess
But I did like your little black dress
Life is short love is compressed
The size of your heart and the speed of your breath
And all lives are wasted
It’s a fact why don’t we face it
I’m a god of time I hide in doorways
I’m out of line but you can’t ignore me

Have you ever cried
Have you ever been on the losing side
Like maybe the day Elvis died
He should’ve tried immortality
Like Bob Dylan
I’m big and bold like a Portsmouth spider
Black as a pint of Guinness
She drives me crazy but I like her
What a crazy life this is
People laughing make me sad
They got nothing I never had
Babylon is long gone
We democaratised everyone
We even gave them the bomb
They cann’t handle the power
It drags them lower and lower
Lowest common denominator
Don’t give them the detonator
A flower stuck in a vase
Stuck beneath the stars
I always back down
I got a cowards mind
I’m nine hundred and ninety nine
Looking out for the danger sign
Health is my prime consideration
Bide my time I don’t need damnation

I want to be the ruler
Of a sizeable urban area
Put it down to the power of prayer
The revolution is here
Now is my hour
I know I can handle power
Relinquished all my personal effects
And it’s time I made a start
I want to pay my last respects
Before I rip out your black evil heart

Dangerous people have dreams
And I got a mind for alternative schemes
I left love behind
Kicked her out of my mind
I’m happy to discuss it
And I got time - no need to rush it
I live for existentialism
A Now City citizen
An affordable fashion fan
Walking like an orang-utan

How come I can see the future ?
Before it ever gets here
It was the same the last time the world ended
I knew it was gonna happen
I was feeling apocalyptic
But then I fell asleep and I missed it
I am the master
A high ranking Rasta
The Omnipotent one
Is long gone
A new Messiah
To set this earth on fire

I am John Dillinger
And I’m busy killing yer
Just trying to free my mind
But I’m running out of time…………………..
I’m in a lift – that keeps going down
On the back road out of town
Wreck on the highway
A dead bird on the highway
I fell from the skyway
Broken love – I broke it
Where there’s life I choke it
I live in the age of foolishness
The wrong speech and I spoke it

So can you read – the mirror writing ?
Are you working on the Code ?
In the gloom of the catacombs
Destruction down below
I’m flying on a broken arrow
No-one knows
I dive like Swifts and swallows
I’m turning back time this time
Surfing on a gravity wave
I’m following the Rose Line
The future is safe

I was sailing with some bad motherfuckers
We had a hold full of whores
We were stuck in the straights of Malacca
But we were never bored
I did an Open University course
I watched a DVD of Inspector Morse
I was alone without remorse
Like Paul Revere without his horse
Warlock Williams why of course
I would join your police force












Apostate of memory
Folk propagandist
I got a flat in Taipan
I don’t look forward or backward
Broken love – had enough – had it rough – it was love
Like a dead dog on the highway
The lost treasure of England
I saw a ghost walking on the hard shoulder
His car was broken when he died
He looked sad that this life was over
He saw heaven but didn’t want to go inside