The Golem of Bognor Regis - Cursor Miner

I speak with the spirits

With voodoo foot walking

His inner ear hear it

His slicer mind talking

With 28 Tic-Tacs

And a Macpac backpack

A photo of boiled egg

On an infernal chair leg

This witch doctor cult leader pharaoh god man

I let myself out, I

Raise myself up, I

Make myself new, I

Get myself through, I

Leave myself open

Watching and noting

Live for the moment

Respect the opponent

I’m determined to do it right all the way down the line

Mojo regressing

When the moon went missing

And with the freed up memory

Raped a sea anemone

Possessed by a new trend

Coming out of the U-bend

Had a cardiac marriage

In a double door garage

And the Golem of Bognor Regis is way out of hand

Pelican bib encrusted with diamonds

On a potty made of dirty great pylons

Non-scruff Clarks corporate behemoth

Camp Freddy give me hysterectomy cheesecloth

Now you’re betting on the next to fall

Little better than a vegetable

Running round with your turnip head

Little bugger, will you go to bed?

Oh, the Golem of Bognor Regis is way out of hand

(You think I’m stupid?)

(We're gonna find out who’s stupid)

(Idiots, multiplying)