Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

C’mon we’re young, we’re young

Yet we’ll be dead as soon

C’mon we came, we came

From our mother’s womb to swoon

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Swig the bottle, bottle

Slap the face of Aristotle

Race me, Race me, Race me, Race me

In yer fourth hand jalopy

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

My mother, she said, “you don’t delve in taboo”.

But mother, my moribund will come

When I’m through with taboo

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Before, old friend, life’s just a means to an end

To make the most, before we turn to ghost

That sink and pull in the guts

That’s this foolhardy flux