All the grunts and the cunts and the fops in the puntsnWaiting for an inundationnThe expense is immense, doesn't make any sensenMeaningless assimilationnThere is a stain which remains, it remains on the brainnNeeds a lot of medicationnI'm with the sluts in the huts, I'm distressingly nutsnRenting some exhilarationnnI'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderernI'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderernnI want the classical tunes and a house on the moonnMultiple accommodationsnI wanna get me a lick of the ecstasy sticknParanormal innovationsnI want the head of a faun and a swan on the lawnnNeo-Roman fornicationsnI want the blood-gutter rush, an Imperial gushnNever mind the implicationsnnI'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderernI'm a squanderer! I'm a squanderernnWe unloaded our loads on the rocks in the roadsnBurning up with stimulationnWhile the brutes in the suits with their filthy pursuitsnPolished up their reputationsnNow the crew with their brews and the news of the screwsnDo no bear examinationnAnd the ghouls with the tools and contempt for the rulesnBeggar the imaginationnnThey're all squanderers! SquanderernMeet the squanderers! SquanderernnI had a shag in a bag on a liminal jagnFeeling like an installationnIt left the chick on the till and your automobilenStupefied with indignationnThere's a witch on the wire with her head in the firenFlaunting her emaciationnThey got the clocks for the rocks and a bear in a boxnRabid with anticipationnnSquanderers! Squanderers!nSquanderers!nnThe go around and round and round and round...