Hey mate didja
G’day bloke wouldja
Yo girlfriend canya
Yeah I thinkya oughta

Farkin’ inquisishin ain’t it
Leavus alone won’t ya
Youse gotta hide busta
She'd've seenus would’ve she

How’d ya be cob
‘twasn’t him inner face
Iffa ask her
She’d teller noway

Givus a ganda bud
Who’d’ve thought eh
Why’d he stick ‘is nose in
‘tisn’t nar buddy’s bisness

Red blood boils as it turns in dread.
Most would expire at the sight of its head
It's ripping though the walls of flesh, bones, sinew and skin,
well wouldja look at this predicament I have put myself in.
It's sheer force is all the too frustrating,
Perhaps it's the wrong thing we've all been concentrating
To conspire with the beast is an awful grave sin,
but maybe, just this time, for once i'll win.