C'mon we're young, we're young

Yet we'll be dead as soon

C'mon we came, we came

From our mother's womb to swoon



Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost



Swig the bottle, bottle

Slap the face of Aristotle 

Race me, Race me, Race me, Race me

In yer fourth hand jalopy



Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost



My mother, she said, “you don't delve in taboo”.

But mother, my moribund will come 



When I'm through with taboo



Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost



That sink and pull in the guts

That's this foolhardy flux