Lyrics:
Four skulls in a square of bushesThey loved and walked and fed on garbageFireworks now and all were wedMoved pool tables with bad backsSince I hurt myselfI feel so much betterAlcohol was pouring through the victimsSuck my eyeballAs they all were happily led to deathAs on the rocks they laid their breathTake yourself a photo of my backsideAlcohol was fed to the mummiesNot too sweet, not too strongPins, combs, picks and magic sagePrinted up on the front page