This is a song about "Homestcuk"

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,