Breathe in the Disease

Place your white legs on the brown sand
'Til they match
Infiltrate their camps
Their papers bear the stamps
And you know
When there’s nothing left for you to sell
Stories will serve you well
Send your visitors to hell
To hear your tale
I’ve been standing in a gale so many years
With a thin in my ears
Should have stayed at school
And ceased at being an arsehole
'Cuz you know
I’ve seen lions drinking from the seas
When those that resist the breeze
Now I’m breathing in disease
To catch death