I worked for future salary the nightshift

in Spalding Street. The respect is worth it.

1.AM at the front gate it had just been

sunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back.

He spoke loud and said Come out of there that

grill on the wall contains a crowd and

that twisted shape you call the laundry

post reminds me of my origin.

Your criss-crossed fences are avenues. 

Paid for by the NHS, you need it more than

the patients for mortgage fees and medical pranks. 



but you wont fix my quartz chip

or repair my broken kind

kindness borne of mousey brain

twisted with kin of bitter world

Vicious dreams of EC1

and lapland girls and green purse

with tall and chaste inducements (*?pronounced inductments?*) 



the porter went to move the man

and we got back to practice time

but his hands went through the man

he was made up of liquid pitch

his legs two propeller sticks

crisscrossed fence posts were his eyes

his mouth red like a twisted reich

his mouth like a twisted knife

he wreaked of bleach and hospitals

he wreaked of bleach and hospitals

the porter swears this is true

he wreaked of bleach and hospitals

the porter swears this is true

and drinks too much in his brown and white hut

but the thing clings to the acceptance gate

the thing clings to the acceptance gate

the thing clings to the acceptance gate

the thing clings to the medical acceptance gate

and nobody says he's seen it

It only bounces young MDs

we are dedicated to fight disease

to fight disease

disease

disease