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The name’s Jo
The way you flow boy
The way you go boy
You got moves like Pele
The way you tie your boots
There’s just something
About the way he shoots
The way your body moves
It comes so naturally to you
It’s like Indian dribble on
The football pitch
Not a glitch, switch, itch or
Twitch
Something about my old man
That gives me freedom on
The grass
Left foot, right foot
Boy, he’s fast
Stamps and Kingsmill
White bread
But what a thrill
Just wanna watch you
Play
Pass me the ball
Get a hat trick
I’ll drop to my knees
Give you my all

I could take you to the dollar and the dime

The pound and your crime

Every single one of your bank accounts

Investments in pharmaceuticals

You snooze, you lose

I wouldn’t underestimate me

If I were you 

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And look what you do

Blood on your hands

Prescribed Harm

In 2025

Are they even alive?

Patient comes in from abuse

She’s Spanish

What’s the use?

So you prescribe

Citalopram

Every gram

Every needle

Machine

Label

Microscopic ingredient

Says it makes her feel

‘Dumb’

Sinead O’ Connor said it was

‘Inhumane’

But did you interview her?

No, you got her

Intent on making us all feel

Numb

She asks for paracetamol 

And one of the nurses refuse

So she takes his photograph

While I’m singing and listening

To The Beatles

‘Let it Be’

Chaos breaks out

‘Cos you took her phone

Patients gather round

We’re witnesses

To what you’re not seeing

For every human being

How can I go wild on stage?

Act in a film

While this is still going on?

Your crimes against 

Humanity

It was better in 470 B.C.

But you’re making 

Money

So who really cares?

Boys, it isn’t funny

That’s when she glares

I sing and dance

Try to free my mind

Walked naked down the street

For every rhythm and

Beat

Because all you were focusing on was

World War Three

I said we don’t need bombs

We need drums

We don’t need a defence 

Budget

This is how we’ll win

The war

It’s Mother Nature

And you know the score

A sectionable offence

I’ll do it for the insane

I’ll prove to you that I’m completely and utterly 

Perfect

There’s nothing wrong with my 

Brain

Why can’t you leave me alone?

Even violating me in my own home

I was in a safe house

You should have left me there

Clonazepam and Risperidone

You really need to care

Take away my sexual function

Increase my appetite

‘We’ll monitor the side effects’

Who the hell do you think you all are?

Sadists!

You’ve taken it way too far!

This has to stop!

It’s a total disgrace

You should all be ashamed

Of yourselves

Never forget 

My name

Or my face!

‘Match in the gas tank boom boom’ Arnie says

It took you a while but you got there then

Dirty little birdie, dance with me, Fez

Have you ever been in love with my zen?

You know my aunt and my uncle too, so

Can you help me with these goals, I need you

LONGY & The Gospel Trash need this show

Jazzi Sirius ‘WRLDS A MESS’ please do

Juliette and The Licks with Johnny Depp

Glastonbury Festival, this year soon

They deserve main stage. I’m sure you’d like Knepp

Jazzi and Longy work so hard, in tune

Please can you call Scorsese for me pal

We can make these dreams come true, call me Al 🙂