He’s a protozoan, he’s just a filthy protozoan
The roads are dry and dusty and we’re taking in the scenery
Waving to the people in the fields
This is life to me, as far as the eye can see
And you are dead to me
I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly
A conceited disease
Time spent in foreign lands is a cure, it seems
And it triggered a change in me
This is an unfamiliar strain, I have no immunity
Ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic and parasitic
This is unclean and it has to be treated
Parasite in the bloodstream: This is unclean
And he’s feeding, he’s been feeding on everything
The roads were dry and dusty, we were taking in the scenery
Waving to the people in the fields
This was life to me, as far as the eye could see
And you were dead to me
He’s just a filthy protozoan
