Saint Vitus came to my townAnd visited the cemetery.The
dead got up and everythingBecame one big one big cacaphony.They
all went down the social andThey claimed their supplementary.And
all the necrophiliacsWere walking 'round in misery.
The rotting mass of calciumWas shopping in the Superstore,Careering
down the aislesLike one big psychopathic carnivore,
The shelf-stackers were alert,
In ecstasy crashed to the floor,
And meanwhile the {? sane ?
} wasGrowing crazy at the fire-door.
Ah the Beautiful sparkling healthy spa water of Bath in Avon.
I hate Nerys Hughes x4