A Spell For Bona Skinhead Trade!

Photo taken outside Heaven; Halloween 1999.

"Tonight is my night
so some dick is a must
Skinheads beware of my magical dust
If you come within arms length
I’ll reach you with gravity
For Millie wants filling
in her largest cavity.

If your sta press start tearing
And your braces go ping
Then you’re under my spell
You hairless young thing
If your boots feel too heavy
And your eyes feel all sluggish
Then you’re captured by Millie
Who dotes on the thuggish.

I’ll insist that you beat me
With heavy steel chains
As you chase me and chide me
Down dark Brixton lanes
I won’t run too fast Johnny
When we’re alone
As you ravish fair Millie
On a granite tombstone!"