Braindead from CAPRICE ENCHANTÉ by The St Pierre Snake Invasion

You could smell that wretched stench for miles and miles and miles
Through their hair and on their breath in varied crooked smile that stench
In every crack and crevice lay that histrionic scent
Keep your fingers, thumbs and elbows off my table you loveless pig

There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids
There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids

You could feel the decadence in every sight and sound
From the east they scurried west with blatant surreptitiousness
Behind their back a chalice filled with vinegar and piss
Keep your fingers, thumbs and elbows off my table you gutless pig

There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids
There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids

We’ve led the pale horse to water and it’s name that sits upon her is not death, it’s name is Braindead

Here me now I tell you you’ve been dancing the flamenco to the melody of a dead but pickled myth

There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids
There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids

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