Media ja viihde ›

Oh Please don't pour me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/No, Don't you pour me none more of that Old Janx Spirit
/For my head will fly, My eyes will fry, My tongue will lie and I may die/Oh Won't you pour another one of that sinful Old Janx Spirit!

"The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay, they rotted. They turned around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal."