Pale impotent yeast Falls into teets
through rubber stops. My class
Gather in herds in stiff knee line skirts and wide ankle socks.
But while they search for substrate
I procrastinate in cupboards above.
Composing Sc1's we love!

*Bungs fanciful flight
Hit uniform tights
And unaware guys.
I Run with trowsers on fire
Then measure some wire
And try to disguise
While sir tries to make mercs
To acid the ghurks
That crystal above.
Confusing sc1's of love!

Magnate it binds to the wrong or right choice
Marking depends on the weight of your dice.

So cringe, while you have time.
Let hydrogen shine down from the tub.
And fill you with fumes of blood.
Stake me!

(Harpsichord solo)

Passes don't hang on the wrong or right splice.
Marking depends on the weight of your dice.

Repeat...

So lets skive, while I still can
While acid drips down from above.
God awful Sc1's in love!
Grumbling at Sc1's of love........