I long for the old days
When we worshipped the stones,
And killed the living,
When we threw away the milk ,
And drank the urine,
When we buried the widow with the dead
To save our honour and our money,
When the girls were cheaper than a pair of shoes,
When we could find gods and sex for free,
When were born and died as kings
No matter if we stole or killed,
When we could hold tight the tail of the beast
To go pass all Hell and fear.