I'll take all the guts from a rotten old stiff
And choose what I want with a taste or a whiff
Pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast
To brew up a batch for the next midnight feast
My skill as a brewer has never been met
Severed head '87 is my best vintage yet
We drink till we're knackered on putrefied pus
A chaser of lymph really gives me a rush