Banzu careless cripper
Known to nullity as cares for no one
To drink is a daily Merry even to a sale of half price
The normal and phoebic have a slice to want Banzu believes can’t exhaust

Today it’s fried tomorrow roasted
Wines over spirit
Just a lost soul Banzu lives
What is tomorrow when I have today, I have my life to the brim my child will work for his own
Banzu get up the night fall so tight used by strangers and dumped before sunrise

Banzu knows of God but not one of church for Banzu disappointment in preachers cloated the mind and now left to the streets
The denial digging deeper in and foxes feasting without credit

Oh no
Banzu is lucky to get infected but only time can tell
The passion of drinking alcohol with a label to every bar
Banzu loves not to eat and so the immunity slags
Child watch not, I can’t tell what you’re to become
Banzu once on the call, twice and thrice in a stagger of sleep
What is left of me? Banzu the living dead