What creatures must lurk in the deep,
spying on the world with Hebrew eyes.
Mad hatters fanning flames
and poor Alice's tumbling
down shape-shifting rabbit holes.
Their poison is our antidote
and we drink to a merry death.

What fear must breed in their hearts,
filling the rivers with Gypsy blood.
Abercrombie & Fitch rejects
listening to demos by bands
the rest of us are too old to know.
We drink...