It smelled like dead rats in the Basel Airport
The poison they laid must be doing its work
I sat and I played with my hat on the floor
And everyone gave just a smile nothing more
But I was content through the smell of the rot
'cause in the Basel Airport, no one forced me to stop
Thank you Basel Airport for letting things slide
You let me play my music where little corpses lie
I know its against the law to play music at the mall
So when I started strumming, I felt relieved to be ignored
At the Basel Airport mall, I felt relieved to be ignored
(are you relieved too?)
Just beyond the edges, just behind the wall
Just outside your vision, there's a genocidal cull
Just above the ceiling, ten inches from your skin
Just around the corner, the rotting corpses of a million beings
Who died so we must not see what abundance really is
But they let me play my music as they passed me with their guns
The authorities at Basel Airport aren't afraid of a little fun
You know what they do? they make it work slow
So the rats don't know what's killing them is the food
It's killing them, it taste good but what it do
Inside their brains, inside their blood
It makes it so it cannot clot
It makes it so a little blood becomes a lot
And they get low they feel worse day by day
And they go to a place where the light doesn't shine
They go to a place inside the wall and they crawl up
Into a little ball and they wait to die