Other Ghostown
Spektah Gadjo

Living the life of a hermit, born to be a bastard
sailing through the orbits, ripped to shreds and torn bits
The odour from his armpits ,Cover you in vomit
Calling Doctor Carpets, Came out of the bar plastered
Quick to get his arse kicked, Eggs fell out of his basket
Doctors getting alarmist, You shouldnt have got him started
His brain was retarded, When his company parted
Kept his secrets guarded, Left him broken hearted