Peeping Tom b'cos

Listen...I'd use you to lie
@round a condoning Mother.

Nonchalant Father, nasty siblings
...see me dribbling a young girl
with a pearl, hands on shoulders
locked.

Look... crooked baked fingers
full of fate, bean lie eating
Jamaicans filled of beef, mad cows and
higher prices, the Prize is Right... I'm in a dreamland
and scared though I'm sleep!

So, so hint him and he'll
stick you, now stuck your fucked up.

He'll rape you to teach
them a lesson, a muffled beginning, curses that stir up
the spirit, dark Shadows that show at night...

Who cares I'm a peeping Tom
with a lot to talk about...

Naked this, naked that
no cartoons that make sense.

Blame the resister, it's his
opportunist fault!