New Years Day 1975 An English man named Archie jones Tries to commit suicide by gassing himself Butcher’ s killing pigeons Archie winds up at a party These big books are just too much for me My brain’s not what it used to be I’m exhausted and overwhelmed I’m tired and hungry. I’m on page 3 To the pure all things are pure That’s something that I’ve never said My mom once said all those books you read Put all those bad ideas into your head I’m on the back of a motorcycle in Uttar Pradesh My arms wrapped tight around a soldier’s chest My fingers digging deep into his flesh I’m just hanging on Clara Bowdon and young Irie Down at O’connells getting their degree, it’s a PHD In nothing at all cause nothing ever changes here I’m just keeping it real Keeping eternal victory in north side CBB That’s what KEVIN means to me I’m not just a king cobra that you kept in a cage I’m a man, you’re gonna feel my rage You’re gonna feel my rage you’re gonna know my hate Yer gonna hear it when the hand of fate Comes Knocking at your door real late Cmon let me in I’m by the lamppost reading signs Making money lose weight Give me an ounce I’ll sell you an 8th Gee our old lasalle ran great Was it that long ago Am I that old? I’m just gonna namaste my way thru the rest Turn the page hope the best Thanks for the patreon donation I feel so blessed Thank you all, goodnight and goodbye