Heroin, Ivy and Voilets (she wish she'd never had gone mad)

she wish she'd never had gone mad
she wish she'd never have gone mad
she saw her face and it hung in a frame of trad'
it looked trodded on, dead quite verbal, bruised very bad

she wish she'd never had gone mad
she encountered '2 peas in a pod' syndrome:
1 lil piggy ran away from home
1 lil piggy staggered home
she wish she'd never separated
part of her became 'cut and cunted'
felt like a cartoon, hustled and drawn,
she wish she'd never have mown the lawn
and sewn on her feet after cutting them off
she wish she'd never been mad
wish she never lost the plot

plot of grass, what's shaking is her knee,
legs of jelly, vulnerable, a walking laxitive
vibes of scrounge mc vitie as she crumbles
tides of old lady situation, letting herself
and her nature go, as wet as lettuce washed
as she washed her drawers in the bath...
wish she'd never have gone mad

made a cup of tea, sat down, added scoop of icecream
it splashed in like a number 2 down the loo
then she added her legs of jelly
she sewn the drink, she forgot to see a shrink
too mad to even think

she wish she never had gone mad
she's gone with the cuckoo clock,
off and away with the swing of things
like a sea-saw yet unbalanced
she wish she'd never have gone mad

all she wanted was a buckaroo horse to ride away on
worked in the hospital selling flowers
but she could never afford one as she kept eating the flowers
- she swallowed some bees
she'd shout " PUNNA DRUM, I WAN' PET DOG CALLED PAM YA PANZIES"
bloody thought she were bees knees, with her legs of jelly, everyone looked at her as if she were silly, in need of looking after, put down like a clueless dog, dog called Pam she'd want

... looking to the left she saw the same as what she's see on the right because to her, right anf left she didn't know
- she wish she knew just where to go

she wish she'd never have gone mad
she squatted in house, flattened herself with the fly squatter trying to kill all those bees inside her
the stings kicked in and the baby kicked out
she would shout, she would scream, she would 24/7 dream
in a wacky breeze, she'd wish and keep wishing she were not mad,
just had a bad day that could be put good

she wish she never had been mad
she wish she could not me mad, if she could she'd be okay
she'd wish and wish badly
drinking cloudy lemonade with her HIV of Heroin, Ivy and Voilets
she wish she wern't mad
crying into her lilac walls she pushed herself into them and got stuck
as if stuck in a cupboard
she made herself believe she couldn't move
she'd be like a fly on the wall but better, she'd be in it
stuck there,
like, most of us as kids would imagine being able to jump into the tv, she were there, living our dreams, and our imaginations
she wish she had never got mad

she used to visit different train stations, leaving a sock hand knitten on every platform

so here she is, forming her bit of shape in the mould of the world and the concreates,
like a weed groing through a slab
she wished and wished she wern't mad