Termites

Gin! Always the gin, always take one on the chin The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin Smokeless flame, the common name Less than the angels but more of the same No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane With the wind he disappeared Confirming everything that I feared The time passed is shown by the length of his beard Solomon stands, dead on his feet Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease We are not gods; death comes to us all But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease The jinn in this bottle, just don't let him drown Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down Taste the penalty of the blazing fire Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil's choir Gin! Always the gin! Never thick and never thin Thicker than blood, less than kin The rattle trap night ends where it begins