War! two - The Fall

We were going right through the Alps

When we picked up this fabulous scent

Of Noel’s Chemical Effluence

Noel’s chemical effluence

There was a fuss about the elements

Waiting for the keyboards as ever

The firmament of it is going out the exit

Noel’s chemical effluence

There’s an inherent disease

Goes with an inbalance of the juices

In the brain that in transit

Causes one to envisage white faces

As if spiked by mescalin

Noel’s chemcial effluence

And we’re going right through the Alps

Look what happened at the lodge

Look what happened at the castle

Look at the red-purple vomit stream

From the bed, angled

Right into the bathroom

On the finger of your banker (bound)

And when all else fails

We can always blow your whistle

In work, in pleasure, I’ll come for you

The abdominizer, in excellence