protest the hero
termites
Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin  Smokeless flame, the common name Less than the angels but more of the same No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane  With the wind he disappeared Confirming everything that I feared The time passed is shown by the length of his beard  Solomon stands, dead on his feet Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease We are not Gods, death comes to us all But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl. In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease  The gin in this bottle, just don't let him drown Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down Taste the penalty of the blazing fire Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil's choir  Gin, always the gin! Never thick and never thin Thicker than blood, less than kin The rattle trap night ends where it begins