Taste it black as it is on your tongue Despite your prejudiced soul Meet this darkness leaking down your throat Is it blood plums iron or salt? No it's this town you know it's this town Here comes the paradox Things you hate might be the ones that you like Don't you laugh after this paradox It's like cold dead ice being the source of all life Epiglottis uprising against your choice You dreadful foolish old boy Now there's nuclear warfare invading your mouth With its blood plums iron and salt Because it's this town you know it's this town