Egyptian Tombs And Fried Mushrooms

I Beg My Mummy To Nurse My Wound

Belinda's Trashed Her Liver Smashed Potatoes Mashed

Reality Check Cashed King Arthur's Court

We Piss And Snort Branding Thighs And Swilling Port

Belinda's Bound To Tables Round

Cascading Bra Finds The Candelabra

Young Infested Theorists Half Assed And Nearly Dead

Spout Novels Of Benevolence To Counter What She Said

Claim You're European You're As Good As In Her Bed

We Dragged That Body Back

Half Assed As She Was Choking Like A Seismograph

There In The Gunk Squealing “Get Me Drunk”

Tonight I Cringe To Think Of The Thoughts I Thunk