THE UNKNOWN SONG OF
GILBERT AND SULLIVAN

Sing out like a blackbird
Piping at the shells
Falling on the heath
On the dead that lie beneath…

Ohhhh the thick thick loam
- Of Passendale
- Of Verdun
- Of Mes-op-o-tamiaaaaa

Are mighty queer places where
Men drift aimless on tippy toes
Hardly daring to sneese
(Or blow their nose)

Boys stuck in a terrain where
Good luck charms like
Tobacco, skulls and round hats
Couldn’t stop the rain…

So sing for Fritz, for Wilhelm,
Sing out like a jerry blackbird
Piping at the falling shells
Falling on that dark black heath
For those dead that lie beneath…

BISCUIT APOCALYPSE

The ikky piccy biscuits
On the little porcelain tray
Tempt me before the gates

Scary place, of...
Perdition

Severity (aaaaoooooh)

Retribution (munch crunch)

*

I nibble my little friends
Separate the layers
Suck and lick the cream
Look at the landscape
Below me - full of blood

Even the leaves
In the courtyard red and misty

Below in the main square
People fight for stale bread

But good times for us boys -
Lusty women, glossy wigs,
temple girls to tie up, beat

...I thank the lord
For my regular wage
for this cream.