The Leftfield Mullah

I was in the dream state

Caught between tides

Told that I wasn’t to wait

Told to pick sides

They called me to revolution

Said that all I need do was sign

Called it evolution

Told me it was benign

And so shall be blessed those on the right

Blessed are those on the right

Somewhere between passport control

Somewhere between strip and search

Between each duck and roll

And each armoured lurch

I stepped back and away

Left the curios and the mystics

Towers falling spike me when I pray

And knives, and headless kicks

Woe to those on those on the left

Cursed shall be those on the left