The snap at the end of the straw
In LA the window opener switch
Is like a dinosaur cackle
All the film ghosts will rise up
With the sexually abused and the new youth
In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
Don't call me Peter I can't go
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
(right you go back to that riff)
Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven
I curse your preoccupation
With your record collection