Antelope

crushing walls in a plastic fort,
I swallowed, I tripped, and now I'm caught.
Alone together, us waifs and strays,
Chew our lips through coloured haze.

Kicking off and kicking out,
Alive and kicking, growing doubt.
And by the stage, through coloured smoke,
A herd of purple antelope.

Up I got and out I ran,
In fear and wondering if I can.
Through crows of people I must glide,
I've got an antelope to ride.

Like motor mouth - my motor's died,
The atomic bomb's burned my insides.
The antelope don't want to talk,
They grab my neck and off they stalk.

"what's your name, son? What you took?"
I ain't your kid, baz, and - oh, fuck.
Reality's back, and here I am,
Sat in the back of the rozza's van.