The Spring

Just one urination

Upon one blade of grass

One ghastly taste of human

And all will be lost

I stopped to drink the water

But I'd never drunk like this

Only bottled, clear blue liquid

From a factory run by a pig

Who pays his workers like children

Treats his children like kings

Treats his kings like his best friends

And his best friends like rival pigs

Oh all will be lost

Writing our tale, caught up in the spring

South of the border, where purity wins

Hang on for dear life, to the city we sing

Do what you want, just don't touch the water

And while this languid city water

Labours clumsily like puke

Over diseased, lumpy porcelain

From the old rich to the poor youth

Different shades, chemicals and blood

A million ways to poison us

There's some water in there somewhere

But its energy's all used up

Writing our tale, caught up in the spring

South of the border, where purity wins

Hang on for dear life, to the city we sing

Do what you want, just don't touch the water

Such a beautiful journey

Over pristine rock and earth

Over tumbling waterfall

Punctured only by beak of bird

To be dropped into a whirlpool

Spun around like a lovers' dance

During their headiest routine

At the beginning of the sweetest romance

Oh all is not lost

Oh all is not lost

Oh all is not...