Come on we're young, we're young
Yet we'll be dead as soon
Come on we came, we came
From our mother's womb to swoon

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost

Swig the bottle, bottle
Slap the face of Aristotle
Race me, race me, race me, race me, race me
In yer fourth and jalopy

Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost