Booze is a boy
The boy, leech
One can drink, one can choose.
His Bar is a brothel
Her brothers, beaters
Hey pretty sister, its goodbye to booze.
Her Pub is a fornicator
The street a whore
Count on the fuzz, they know you are loose
Flies dress a colour
Perverts chant a name
Trust the Heroic headline, a lusty muse
Speak forward and backward
Walk right and wrong
Burn Shanti, Parvati is gone
Beards and carnal lockups
Watching depraved songs
Them is Us, sound the death horn.
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