Oh gentlemen 
Swallow your prayers 
Because the wind makes a mockery of men 
Your soul becomes a fish 
You swim in idle waters 
And drink other fishes piss 
Your soul feeds on fish 
On piss, puss and men 
Who in turn, become as you have become 
A fish 
No, not even that, but a symbol of fish 
Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots 
A ripple of life in tin 
This tin could become your world too 
So choose between this and water 
Choose between tin and piss 
Do you still feel thirsty now 
Are you thirsty now 
Are you thirsty now 
Do you still feel 
Thirsty 
Thirsty now