Meeting behind the iron sling
   My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing
   Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc
   Cloudily gave me the key to the dark
   Scraping the lice from my bed
   I sussed we were teleported into his head
   A wormy blood train expected our feet
   But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap
   And fitted the stair to her gap
   And led her off the Astral plane
   Sculpting her features in flesh
   Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene
   And rose on the veiny snake train
   And prayed to his bastille sky brain
   The driver was a cancer growth cell
   His words were just recorded tapes of Hell
   He left us in the room of faded scrolls
   In a window wall we saw a good thought chained
   But knifed into a portion of his brain
   Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach
   It was interlocked between his angel eyes
   Which were bleached transparent
   And his marble lips were paralysed
   We swum and ran knee deep in plasma
   The cello stairs reduced in size
   The sunken landscape eclipsing into
   A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes
   Scenescof then became a midget
   Scratching at the bone in my knee
   Then an eat without a body
   Listening to my mental sea
   Suzy sat behind some loose flesh
   Her pirate thoughts were both young and old
   Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings
   She held me near she felt the cold
   We ran just like young fauns
   And me I fought a great worm
   Sent to taste my jaguar feet
   And used his skin to make my wings begin
   I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus
   And flew us above some uncooked meat
   A plastic hook pierced through my Instep
   I flew too near his Brutus heart
   But Suzy hip to all the future
   Played the Victorian heroin's part
   With my basted leg and rusty head
   And Suzy in a Hipolite dream
   I brandished my breathing machette
   While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine
   It flew out from its eyelid island
   It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray
   It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows
   It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement
   It makes a sound it seemed to say
   Keep cool the satin sun is yours
   I see your youthy aura's bright
   Expell your tears and jungle fears
   I'm here it's going to be alright
   Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair
   Quick silvered from black to grey
   Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial
   And was transformed into Grecian dust
   And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm
   With a charger and a spear
   As he moved his limbs
   The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.