Lawrence of Arcadia

I have just realised my mind has been asleep My past lives in a mausoleum I sell postcards of Spain outside the GPO to remind us of sunlight in winter It's a thankless job but poetic Tendencies just will not pay in my mind On these scoured streets, Praise the gods, I open my mouth and see what heaven sent I am calling all the bards in To illuminate me now And if I lean towards the trigger you say "You can't kill a killer, no" No you can't kill a killer, no I am Lawrence of Arcadia, who exactly are you anyway You're looking at the last know bar Stool prophet to retire early from the trade I'm going fishing for pearls of wisdom I'll be dancing through the pissing rain You're welcome to join me you annoyance, For I find you quite amusing all the same I am calling all the bards in To illuminate us now And if I lean towards the trigger you say "You can't kill a killer, no" No you can't kill a killer, no I must consult Christie selling Bintangs from his liberated bicycle of gold Oh there's answers to be sought, It is him that knows all that's being told Eat your dinners off my shoes popa is hungry dogs And well I know I'm taking notes but Tell me, who it is that's keeping score I am calling all the bards in To illuminate us now And I should my watch flies in the river "Oh he can't kill a killer, no" No you can't kill a killer, no No you can't kill a killer, no No you can't kill a killer, no, no No you can't kill a killer, no