oh the hard times
echoing are the vigorous orders:
away with the booze, cigarettes, liquor stores, watering holes
TV's deciding organs. There's no flashing organs!
brought the bad times
rhinos on the benches of sauna
the stones aren't allowed to roll
or roll around in their puddles
even the hippos, or the wild boars
when they put the pants on the horse
i drink the cup of destruction
the guardian of moral
its head and shoulder
yes, and ankle muddy
i bite off
and i live and enjoy as i have before
i only stare into my own belly
because only in heaven
the arses will be tarred
i drink the cup of destruction
the guardian of moral
its head and shoulder
yes, and ankle muddy
i bite off
the clock is ticking
they are miking the phones
homely mangey places
the proper people are taking over
you follow and shiver
no use in complaining
oh the timid times
oh the poor victim times
the acts of virtue
the horrible acts
when the laws of nature
break the abnormals
i drink the cup of destruction
the guardian of moral
its head and shoulder
yes, and ankle muddy
i bite off
and i live and enjoy as i have before
i only stare into my own belly
because only in heaven
the arses will be tarred