The evil is not in extremes

It's in the aftermath

The middle mass

After the fact

Vulturous in the aftermath

Summer close season

A quiet dope and cider man

But during the season

Hard drug and cider mates

The boy is like a tape loop

The boy is like a uh-uh

Not much contact

Drinking, the men wait

They are set at nought

Because cripple states a holy state

Because cripple states a holy state

The Werhmacht never got in here

The Werhmacht never got in here

The Werhmacht never got in here

The Werhmacht never got in here

Thought it took us six years

The werhmacht never got in here

And living here you whisper, bub

And living here you whisper, bub!

This boy is like a tape loop

And he has soft mitts

But he's the last domain

Of a very black, back room brain

He learned a word today

The word's misanthropy

And he's running to and from

The cats from tin pan alley

And he's running with and from

The cats from tin pan alley

And going down the alley

Take the cats from the alley

Up to them

The alley's full of cats from tin pan

Come into the back room Brian

And meet

The middl mass

The middl mass

Vulturous in the aftermath

Middl mass