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