Monkey on the Back

There's a monkey hanging heavy round your neck and down your back
I wish it wasn't there, nor a metaphor for smack
If you could start your life from scratch and do it all again
There'd be a monkey on your back and I'd be sat here with this pen

If the monkey is a metaphor, why does it matter more?
Oh, your father was a bastard and your mother was a whore
Well we all have holes inside our heads and rhymes within our voice
So don't torment dead souls for all those times which were your choice

If the monkey still likes living on your back, then ask it this:
'Are you here to help me some way, or just to take the piss?'
If it smiles when it answers, then get ready for a thrill:
It's about to bite you on the face, and squeeze you tighter still

It's A Wrap

your need to be freed
from the greed of your deed
is the seed you should feed
when you bleed as agreed

as the wheel does its peel
and you feel nothing's real
you just steal someone's meal
when the deal was to heal

but you chuck as you suck
muck it up, up it fuck
- life's got stuck, got no luck -
you're a schmuck like old Puck

PayTime

off the track
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
too far gone
lost my way
dug a hole
time to pay

dug a hole
lost my way
too far gone
time to pay
dug a hole
off the track
sold my soul
deep and black

too far gone
lost my way
left the path
time to pay
sold my soul
dug a hole
off the track
deep and black

lost my way
off the track
too far gone
left the path
dug a hole
deep and black
sold my soul
and no way back

Chemical Addiction

Chemical addiction
Is an escapist affliction
It can codify your diction
And condition what you do.

To heal your freezing soul
Is a real goal, not a fiction,
It will modify with friction
The impostor who is you.