No deodorant
Can disguise the smell of Britain
Either corrupt or starving
Where is the Simple?
I forgot to put mine on
Men will follow me
They will be angry
As I am too old to breed
They don’t know their own motives
They just want pleasure
That’s the trick of Nature,see?
She wants more children
Oh they may burn me
If only life were simpler
Fast deodorant
Why burn women now?
It must be in most men’s genes
Burn with lust or burn with fire
See the lambs pass by
The Shepherd does nor burn us
Crucify him, then
How my heart sings 