Lyric C^7/Breakfast With Bandog

I just survive any way I can
No guru, no method, no pension plan
Your luck s just as plain as I m not paying attention
I m gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher

They call me the [...?] to Islam s plan
I am! I fucking am!
and now you say I m a reprobate, well that s okay
but you wouldn t if I, say, got paid
They said you really should come with me
to [...?] and [...?]

And now they call me the [...?]
That s me!....

On Christmas Day the sky is full
Babies wail through the wafer wall
We penetrate a steepless face
Lies now in who know s flat
This is the one possible mystic act

Breakfast with Bandog
Morning coffee with [Khali? Collie?]
Golden gutters where we can beg
You run to the cupboard
with your hacknail and drown
Wish me dead