Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
We travel in packs in our hot air balloons.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
Assassins with tusks and glasses sneak into our Black Cactus baskets.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
Who stuck a knife in my hot air balloon?
Now I’m marooned in a bazaar in Khartoum.

He’s a killer, a killer!
Black Cactus killer!

Now my face is grotesquely deflated.
And all my typewriters- they're clicking heavy metal lyrics.
Everything’s turned to shit.
There’s mosquitoes as big as moons hovering around my crawling corpse.
Dirt in my mouth, barbed wire lingerie flying on all fours.
Where’s that man with the megaphone?
I want to see the man with the megaphone right now.
I wanna see his face.

He’s a killer, a killer!
Black Cactus killer!

Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
All the crowds throwing stones at my Black Cactus bones.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
We leave our dead, we abandon our stranded.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
We’ve left another singer to be eaten alive.

He’s a killer, a killer!
Black Cactus killer!