My flavour is the stuff of locusts Hot chili firebrand Spurting volcano teeth Bleeding skies, sulphur mines The foul breath of Satan's favourite gutter worm You feel me when I'm close An ice wind of steel stilettos Hammered in your spine Quicksilver nausea spinning Spewing forth and everything's a mess Every possession you ever had Wrecked - lying at your feet Telegrams that tell you God is dead Piled high on the T.V. The incessant T.V. Burbling Distorted A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brands of sea cow lemon sh** In 60 different languages A gargoyle handjives For the hard of hearing Subliminals Criminals Phoney businessmen in thick-rimmed gla**es
Bad comedians Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah Chorus The forgotten version Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour is cheap perfume On rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead maggots! My flavour's a wound re-opening by surprise Green fishes eyes flowing out Wriggling things Gelatinous Still alive and screaming Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour's a plunging elevator A mili-second before it hits the cellar A cellar with mutated rats Old - very old lost teeth Abortions, garbage So pungent it hums Out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavour's your flavour Deep within you Hidden Waiting to get out