As I Wroe’d run through each one-way system
Near where the charter’d M.U.G.A does lay
And applaud every tackle I see
Marks of weakness, Ian Wroe

In every cry of every gay
In every lesbian’s cry of fear
In every voice fear of Gabriel
As M.U.G.A parts are sold on the black market

How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Because of The Bubonic Plague
And the elated Wroe’d runners begin to
Run twelve laps of the 3G

The cry thro’ B05’s veneer-less door-frames
How the still-born babies curse him
As Anthony Solid Male drinks crude oil
In order to undergo Fractional Distillation