Turn Left at t’ Mist

Even the pitch fire

In the street is biased

The chemist is dispensing mist

What they spray is

The gist o

I look for the flyest

Who’s gone today

But back tha ‘morrow

The Ida complex befits

The regrets for jobs 

Done by nuns

But for today

Much graft not be won
Much be lost

What they spray

So we get the gist

What they spray

So we exist 

What they spray 

From the wrist 

What they spray

Apologist

When they spray

Turn left at t’ mist

On what they spray 

We cannot live
On what they spray
We just exist