Lights out for the
Cynical sharps
For their wide-eyed foils
And all attendant props
Supporters of flash and
Pan-fried fucks who
Grease like cops throwing
Round their body weight and

I feel dangerous and vexed
Swinging two ton second guess
And every motion just cuts
Too cruel too cruel
And the implication is that
You're implicated
Like a caustic acrostic
Spelling out your name

Lights out cos I can
See in the dark
Sidewind my way to the mark of
Fuse lines gas-wet for a spark
I crash I burn
I've fully lost it anyway
And you're nowhere
Lights out loser