This is a song about "Brunno"

'cause it was an admired service-man

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive