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