Santa Teresa En Fuego. Lyrics

Die Hoffnung Santa Teresa En Fuego.

Blowtus-breathers, petrified hoods, verdurban slummbers;
Tattooed tinder, gross skindling, all, pieces in pieces
Indolemachy
Slow-cooked.My head's a hone for seacrets
Never met a frog I didn't lick
Cockles cackle; crab-dappled trees;
Poppy-seads champ at the beach
Yore seas, new sleaze, snake and leech-
Trampsubstance-you are what they eat
Mongreloids. Tourporists
By Quetzalcoatl I'm cunninglikissed
Myind talks ick, a farrogo;
Divine reptile liquor lipped
A bawdy so bonny and fretid
The flame of the land
Lava in lamb;
The cracks in my cuntry breathe fire
White boys will burn! White boys will burn!