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June 23rd, 1999. :

THE MULTIPLE FRIENDS OF THE TERROR BRIGADE
CAME FRYING THEIR KNEES ON MADRAS MARMALADE
THEIR TONGUES SHEETS OF FIRE, EYES ROLLING LIKE PLUMS
THEY SANG "CURLY SUE" THEN IMPLODED THEIR BUMS

"Curly Sue, Curly Sue" and their arses went nova
The endlessly chanting, over and over
Then deep in the midst of their hymal parade
The melodic alarms of the fire brigade.

"MY FRIENDS, PLEASE RELAX," SPOKE THE LEADER, YOUNG FRED
"JUST SWALLOW THESE PILLS AND QUITE SOON YOU'LL BE DEAD."
THE FRIENDS STARED AND STOPPED, THEIR MOUTHS CHAMPING THE AIR
SO FRED POPPED IN THE PILLS, AND LIT EACH TERROR'S HAIR

Flaming like forest fire, fuming like smoke,
Each turned to another as they started to choke.
"Oh Lord from these furnaces us please deliver"
As they ran from the scene and all jumped in the river.

WATER LIKE PENKNIVES INVADED THEIR THROATS,
RAW STOMACHS VOIDED, THEIR BURNT ARSES DID FLOAT,
THEIR BOUYANCY AIDS LED THEM STRAIGHT TO YOUNG FRED,
THEY EACH GRABBED A FINGER, AND PULLED TILL HE BLED

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H ow the wind burrows its way through the sky
A fter melting the clouds with its menacing eye
L ife after death - will the dead never lie?
F ound in the in the graves, in the low, in the high.

L oving it, living it, losing the day
I nside of the fire and out on the grey
F ollowing footsteps whilest going away
E nding the restlessness however they may.

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R iver, deep river, cleansing the earth
E nding the struggle twixt sorrow and mirth
V alleys and mountains to scratch at the sky
I nside the heavens my god starts to cry

S oon this will end, this trial by fire
I nstead we burn comrades, killing by wire
O nwards and upwards our departed souls fly
N ow to be reborn in a fragmented sky

Here endeth the lesson.