Posterity Chant Songtext
von Mecano

Procreated by a dilettante
Product of squandered sperm
Drawn from a female test-tube
I, degenerated, overgrown germ
Whose atoms split simultaneously
To his internecine shouts in mime
Of distort faced up facts
Laid down without reason or rhyme


I grope my way through tinned fantasies
Of lusts of the flesh
My instant brain will not keep
As I prepare for the fatal clash
Which comes spontaneously
At my highest form of prime
As challenger of deadly fate
I′m laid down without reason of crime

Don't ignore my void
I don′t ignore your corner oxygen masks...