[Verse 1]
Listen to the crunching
Music of the crashing
Mopeds all around her
Painted with the burning
Powders of exotic
Funerals that surround her

[Chorus]
Chronos feasts on his children
Like turning mango flesh
Will the troubles cease
When she pays off the police?

[Verse 2]
Infection filled my head like
Springtime flower beds and
Evaporating trash
Pressure in the skull like
Leaking timber hull made
Dreams so wonderful

[Chorus]
Chronos feasts on his children
Like turning mango flesh
Will the troubles cease
When she pays the pigs off?