Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants

C'mon we're young, we're young
 Yet we'll be dead as soon
 c'mon we came, we came
 from our mother's womb to swoon
 Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
 Adopting this young spirit of sin
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 Swig the bottle, bottle
 slap the face of Aristotle
 race me, race me, race me, race me
 in yer fourth and jalopy
 Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
 Adopting this young spirit of sin
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 my mother, she said 'you don't delve in taboo'
 but mother my moribund will come
 when I'm through with taboo
 Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants
 Adopting this young spirit of sin
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 Before, old friend, life's just a means to an end
 To make the most, before we turn to ghost
 That sink and pull in the guts
 That's this foolhardy flux