The caress of fortune resulted in him,
Glory to the forces of virtue went dim
Through trumpets and clamors away he fought;
Mother Scary brought him to us
Jeff the tripper, Jeff the tripper - ran out of luck
Life slapped him a thousand times - but he doesn't give a fuck!!
Parasites clinging on him see us stare,
We poison them and lay his body bare
Grey were their reveries, they foiled it themselves;
Lord Lucy blessed him the curse.
Peep at his mourning hindsight
Then the venom will seep through you
Laugh at his ugly desire
And your skin will be rendered new!
Up again to the battle,
Where all the valour was gained
Meant for the little trifles
Why should you bury all that is dead?
See, Jeff the tripper is back again.
14th January, 2004
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