Breathe in the Disease by The Zincs Lyrics

Breathe in the disease
[ambiguous]
Place your white legs on the brown sand
'Til they match

Infiltrate their camps
Their papers bear the stamps
And you know

When there's nothing left for you to sell
Stories will serve you well
Send your visitors to hell
To hear your tale

I've been standing in a gale so many years
With a thin [ambiguous] in my ears
Should have stayed at school
And ceased at being an arsehole
'Cuz you know

I've seen lions drinking from the seas
When those that resist the breeze
Now I'm breathing in disease
To catch death