Which is why I'm on a mission.

Will the Epicurean please provide an allibi?

I've disclosed that I am a spy.

We're headed for oblivion

And there'll be no angels singing.

They killed the Father of philosophy

Because he respected children's integrity.

I don't mind the promise of the gallows

Were I to be afraid of death that would be too shallow

Through the valley of death we all must walk

True for me and Her Majesty

Idiots and fools don't agree

They think it's about Kublakhan.

Of Phillipe the First I am a son

Now is the time for working nerd

About drugs I will not apologise but on the island of Calypso I do abide

So raise your glass in honour of Bachhus you see

We war veterans we must be free.