Some days, I got a story to tell
Other days, I got radio spots to sell
The bottom line is that, over a period of time, I've developed a dangerous itch
Nah, not to earn pot loads of cash and get rich
I want to release that reckless, restless ghoul locked inside my soul
gnawing at my guts and rattling against my ribs- she's my psychedelic troll
'Oh, I know you won't get out once and for all, you conniving mistress of muck
So, I'll let you go on one rampage a day. You will no longer be a sitting duck'
'A drop of blood
A pound of flesh
A bout of laughter
A smattering of sex
A piece of ME
A blogpost a day gets ma psychedelic troll on a roll'