Which sort of virus would I like to have?
on my computer damaging my work?
on my text phone spying on me?
Or one placed in my body by lust?

Of all of these if I were to rave
I'd prefer the one with the perk
Except if the virus was HIV
And was a betrayal of trust

gather up the plans
the smoking end
the lavender glade

is awake at the bend
the gentle river width
that flows

like candle burning monks
whom know

and hopi eyes
the brother twins
that walk the skies
beyond the mayan
moments thrill

the tender madness
in the mask
greeting the morning
here at last

set auto lock
and hide the keys
its time to watch
the hungry movement
in the trees

all of that which
has become and leads
what history sees

While searching for some recipes
Killer heard of something new to try
Cannabis smoked froggy legs
He heard it from some hippie guy

Frog legs smoked in weed
Where can I get a frog?
There’s a swamp here in the city
A place that’s called “Vale’s Bog”

But the water is frozen over
It’s cold, winter-time right now
No frogs to be seen here-a-bouts
Have to wait for my froggy chow

Then, as Killer thought it hopeless,
much to his surprise
What did he see, just walking,
right before his eyes?

Vomit spewing everywhere,
On her face and in her hair
Pretty girl of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Angry man at passing station
Does he represent the nation?
Fights his friend of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Unable to stand upright
rowdy reveller of the night
Damaged liver from yesteryear
Dead drunk

Singing loudly, beer in hand
Unconscious to their fellow man
Enforced ASBO yesteryear
Dead drunk