Idle youth, no complaints
An empty tomb filled with nintendo games
Wallow in the waves
Seeing time just passing by

Suntan in the afternoon
Smoke a couple of grams and order new boots
And sukajans of parachute
Pay with daddy’s golden tooth

Maroon lagoon, a rocket flares
B52 pops up into view
Soon to drop a bomb or two
Sukajans and dragonfruits

Sweettooth slips on a mango peel
Machine gun shells sink into a deep
Pool of blood and napalm sun
Choppers humming requiems

Lipstick stains on a parachute
Proof you could resist to chew on the silk
And pretty much everything else
A caterpillar swings the knell

Two bite marks on my left wrist
Eighty-eight teeth sank deep
And i lost my proper lisp