Gul Mudin - Xiu Xiu

Gul Mudin, pop pop poppy

Fantasy, of kill team

Sgt.

Gibbs cut off your finger

Andy holmes put it in a sock

Bravo company 3rd platoon

Pool of blood reflecting the sky

Blowing out savages

Beating off military

Corporal jeremy

Open mouthed and idiotic

Fire fly seen by

Day light is but a bug

Close your eyes Mudin

You’re aglow in the night

Queer for death pup pup army

Stoned on hash, porta potty

In the dust they pushed your father

But you climb into his heart

Curling up into a ball

Rest your head upon his hate

Judgement will never be lifted

A crow taps the face of your sons

The Virgin might could not clip its wings

For hell is hot, hell is hot, satan’s cock, hell is hot