Brave bulging buoyant clairvoyants

Cmon were young, were young
Yet well be dead as soon
cmon we came, we came
from our mothers womb to swoon
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, lifes 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
in yer fourth and jalopy
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, lifes just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
my mother, she said you dont delve in taboo
but mother my moribund will come
when Im through with taboo
Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
Adopting this young spirit of sin
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
Before, old friend, lifes just a means to an end
To make the most, before we turn to ghost
That sink and pull in the guts
Thats this foolhardy flux