I just survive any way I can   No guru, no method, no pension plan   Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention   I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher      They call me the [...?] to Islam's plan   I am! I fucking am!   and now you say I'm a reprobate, well that's okay   but you wouldn't if I, say, got paid   They said you really should come with me   to [...?] and [...?]      And now they call me the [...?]   That's me!....      On Christmas Day the sky is full   Babies wail through the wafer wall   We penetrate a steepless face   Lies now in who know's flat   This is the one possible mystic act      Breakfast with Bandog   Morning coffee with [Khali? Collie?]   Golden gutters where we can beg   You run to the cupboard   with your hacknail and drown   Wish me dead