Oh it’s a prankster’s paradise,
Left to Rite,
I shoot this by myself.
Jokeman,
All I’ve got is Gnothing to worry about.
Who are you I choose?
Suppose with me,
The phone line’s alive.
And let’s suppose I heard a dark rumour,
Involving yellow vans.
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Ken Campbell I know you’d hate this.
Ken Campbell Gnothing’s sacred.
Fortean Man favours the brave.
Heroes and Fools at the feast.
Hares, Lions spring from fractures in concrete.
And the phone poles sway,
As the ground gives way.
Hear the gibbet creak.
Slip the noose.
Speak.
Ken Campbell I know you’d hate this.
Ken Campbell Gnothing’s sacred.