The end of China, Gapa jumps to do the creep of the road Two photo to record me, lumps and war The advance as does his chance Very yellow white flash A violent red Christmas with sleight as if like grass But so high from the league heaven lands, mine is a watery pit Painless with a man's distance From medic, from colleague, friend, enemy For him five years' worth is left for future Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes I am Gapa Ben's Death, Grave is last rattle last chow All colors and cares, clay is the grave Shriveled and stricken to dots The left hand grasps but the body grasps not Oh, the photographic more 3.1415 alive, no longer my amour Failed for home, me a 54 Doors open, alarms me loud Main last with a great closeness To Gapa, to Gapa, Gapa Dark After nothing reunited with His head coming to Tyrone Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone Do not spray into eyes I have spayed you into my eyes Do not spray into eyes Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tyrone