(İMick Farren 1993)</p>

Alas -- I fear<br>
Through my own stupidity<br> 
I have become<br>
A foul and hollow creature of <b>Mordor</b></p>

I awoke in a Beverly Hills mansion<br>
Beside the indoor pool<br>
Face down upon the marble surround<br>
With a blinding headache<br>
And the first thing I discovered<br> 
Was that everyone else was dead<br>
Stabbed to death with kitchen knives<br>
Fourteen corpses<br>
Sharing a collective total<br>
Of a hundred and fifty seven<br>
Puncture and slash wounds</p>

And there were things<br>
Scrawled on the walls in blood<br>
Pentacles, swastikas, cabalistic symbols<br>
And the slogan<br>
"EAT PORK, MOTHER, YUM YUM!"</p>

And I have this sick feeling in my gut<br>
That the people responsible<br>
Are the ones I came with<br>
The ones who were talking Kali worship<br>
And handing out the black and purple capsules</p>

And now the sirens are coming up the driveway<br>
LAPD black and whites<br>
Rolling to the slayfest of the decade<br>
And I'm in this deep<br>
Like I said,<br>
A foul and hollow creature of <b>Mordor</b></p>

Maybe I should have considered<br>
Maybe I should have thought it through<br> 
A little more thoroughly<br>
Maybe I should have reflected<br>
More on the outcome</p>

Before I agreed to join the Hippie Death Cult.</p>

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