Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere Body bolted to the gournd Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor Impossible to stand the heat Ants begin to eat the meat Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor [Solo Padde] [Solo Christian] In a hour the vultures will get their food [Solo Tore] They're just now in the eating mood Towards it comes an adder It starts to eat the urine bladder When the snake has had his lunch The head is just an empty conch [Solo Christian] This is dainty to the tarantulas [Solo Tore] A relay is this rotting carca** Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere Body bolted to the gournd Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor