SEAN NELSON 94 - Lee Scott

I reinvent the universe then make an apple pie and cackle at the sky

I’m not here;

that’s me alibi

I don’t have to try it’s not what’s said but the way it’s said

It’s unfair, somewhere up there

A higher being’s lookin down sayin sweg, such flare

I left me body and recorded this while it lay in bed

I break a leg and set the pace

I’m in a better place I break into your house yelling let’s be mates

Rare like Pokemon spaghetti shapes

I neck a White Ace and punch you in someone else’s face

It’s all good though hug me I’m mad comfy

On a vintage 60's cover of Jazz Monthly

Hate work like Al Bundy so relax «Sundee» to «Sundee» (Sundee = Sunday)

And can’t stop like this is bat country

I’m the man trust me, I’m the best at being humble

I chill while you snort beak and rumble

Wrestling addiction, pessimistic vision

A small incontestable inscription

That’s a positive note

I just wanna wear a wife beater, hog the remote

And catch glimpses of myself on the couch with a bevy and a belly

In the faint reflection of the telly