Morbid fecundity the pox
Morbid fecundity the pox
Speak if you kissed the village fox
Morbid fecundity the pox
White giant pillows over my bed
White Prussion heroes inside my head
I'm as sickly as a Maltese priest
as guilty as an English toad
Oh why oh why oh why
Why oh why would I ever leave home?
Morbid fecundity the pox
Morbid fecundity the pox
Orchid inside the blacking box
Morbid fecundity the pox
Fever of zero
and pulse of ten
White tongue of Nero
Between my ropes
I am full of jungle river dreams
that leave me like a deep fried rose
Oh why oh why oh why
Why oh why did I ever leave home?