They first met at the hospital,
She was checking out for good,
Her body patched and past repair,
And there her angel stood.
She was feeling quite confused
Now that her death was close at hand,
She had to face eternity,
So why not this mumbling man?
He got himself a wedding suit,
From a local warrant sale,
It belonged to some old turkish man,
Who owed and gone to jail,
He would coax her mind with talk of love,
To make her body kind,
Because people hate to hear the truth you know,
They need their pack of lies.

Growing tired of being foreign,
Being spat on and short changed,
He demanded that she leave with him,
To the land from whence he came,
They were herded on like cattle,
To a ferry at high tide,
This unkept aging orphan,
And his helpless dying bride.
But he left her at the ......,
Crying on the deck,
She'd stood against the rail,
As he struck to free his neck,
The customs shed was empty,
As he made his way inside,
Where were the chimpanzees in uniform,
To hear his pack of lies?

Now she's ascending into heaven,
With contentment on her face,
And Holy God is there to greet,
And batter her in her place.
But meanwhile back on earth it seems,
The prodigal's returned,
And they're making him the cheiftan,
And they come to him to learn,
How to make their neighbours in the rich land
Better steal and kill and lie,
And when they ask who culls the weaklings there,
He just shrugs and says "Not I!,
Though surrounded by diseases,
I stood tall and kept my health,
I could have been important,
If I'd been somebody else!
So the moral of this story is,
This land's a victim farm,
Dont you ever feed a begger here,
He'll eat your fucking arm,
And don't blaspheme the strong ones,
If you want to stay alive,
No!  Smile and give them thanks when they say,
'Heres a pack of lies.'"