In the lowlands of Commodock, Acabour of the animal kingdom,
You are looking at dead bodies, and you start missing the roads.
Torrential rains remind you of
A motto chanted in Vietnam:
"Our is not to do or die, our is to smoke and stay high"
In the islet
In the islet
In the islet
Pale night, darkness falls, not a woman to be seen
You wonder how you will make it through, once at the mercy of the red birds
And suddenly, you remember this secret so well-kept:
"Our is not to do or die, our is to smoke and stay high"
In the islet
Love in the islet
In the islet
Come in the islet tonight, come in the islet tonight
Matmos
Linda Napalm left us, a Polynesian dancer at the end of the corridor
With monoi steam, dilated eyes, suddenly she starts singing
It's so hot in the islet, you can feel your own aura elevating
Our is not to do or die, our is to smoke and stay high