[critical condition playing clear our lack o’ time
none of us that’d walk on water
Nietzsche’s full post-mortem done]

D’you know where you’re going? How ´bout
where you’ve been, huh?

Chewing up monoxide here’ve
seen it all green, honestly, thrown back to the lions’ den
ape Americana leading
forth the filthy beast parade out of breast
support down to
neon jungle avenues
´haps on early morning flights
or by train the show goes on
so it must, yeah, there’s no other in the moo way
for the herd...

Bite your tantrum coronets shooting jive on nicotine
sick of missing ribs and apples bad Allah’s behind turned black
where good Jahveh lost his teeth. Kindest of the bitter skins
[boy, you had to lose your head off]
Captain Mac’s on self-ignition: there goes planet boom
again...

On-hanging slander tones don’t match
should have somehow read temptation – I gather aids
unreal – let’s get coked with Ebola
at McDeath’s [indeed]
where men all stink, they say
and women only bleed.

[ooh yeah, and if you want the whole hand
Hell, be quick to deliver...]