Saint Francis came to my town

And visited the cemetery.

The dead got up and everything

Became one big one big cacaphony.

They all went down the social and

They claimed their supplementary.

And all the necrophiliacs

Were walking 'round in misery.



The rotting mass of calcium

Was shopping in the Superstore,

Careering down the aisles

Like one big psychopathic carnivore,

The shelf-stackers were alert,

In ecstasy crashed to the floor,

And meanwhile the {? sane ?} was

Growing crazy at the fire-door.



Beautiful sparkling healthy spa water of Bath

And Avon.



I! hate! {? Menace! Yeah! ?}

I! hate! {? Menace! Yeah! ?}

I! hate! {? Menace! Yeah! ?}

I! hate! {? Menace! Yeah! ?}