One, two One, two, three, four We came across a pharmacy With it's windows busted out Pushed on through the broken glass and Had ourselves a look around The medicines, the medicines That esculent macabre for the mouth We quickly filled our pockets with pills of every kind All sorts of shit like Aspirin, that soon colonized our mind And then we died And then we died Oh, but our rotting corpses lying there Soon began to leak and grow these lesions that all smelled just like rose And all the blood and guts inside us Germinated into timeless pages Stained with lines of lovely prose