Run Bhang-Eater, Run
Turisas
Two lefts and a right
Stay out of sight
It’s been quite a night
Now run Bhang-Eater, run
Run through the goldsmiths’ great hall
Past all the rugs along the wall
The scent of spices on stall
“Quick! In here! Crawl!
Rude awakening
No more bathing
Public erection
Gives little affection
You need a good plan
If you pee on the sultan
I’ll escape this story
In all my glory
Run through the goldsmiths’ great hall
Past all the rugs along the wall
The scent of spices on stall
All in the raw
