[Verse 1]
Listen to the crunching
Music of the crashing mopeds all around her
Painted with the burning
Powders of exotic funerals that surround her

[Chorus]
Chronos feasts on his children
Like dirty mango flesh
Will the trouble cease
When she pays off the police?

[Verse 2]
Infection filled my head
Like springtime flower beds and evaporating trash
Pressure in the skull
Like leaking timber hull
Made dreams so wonderful

[Chorus]
Chronos feasts on his children
Like dirty mango flesh
Will the trouble cease
When she pays the pigs off?