There's no wine no electric
Light there's no crime but
Ain't there fight no perversion
No perverse fingers no fucking
Jerks but there're so pretty nights bushman
Jungle child take me in
The night bushman jungle child
With your black pretty hands
Bushman jungle child grab me
In the night bushman jungle
Child take me to your nights
Stop being sick and tired
There're no cars treat him
Bad no freezing to death
There're are no charts put him down
No factories no brain destruction
No uniforms save me from suicide pushed
And pulled by face-corroding anguish get
Me out of this dull life booze pills
And foul powders wreckage
Of modern life foul smell foul smell
Of arrogance and fright antagonize
The spies frantic threat taste suck lie
Get me out of this dull life
