BLACK LIGHT MUTANTS LYRICS

"Festevil (Miles Preston)"

[Spoken:]
At the height of a festival, a corpse was found in a crumpled tent, lay the body of Miles Preston, vomit encrusted in his beard and hair, eyes fixed vacantly, pleading for the help that never came, his bowels opened as he died, pooling in his sleeping shroud, discolouring, his yellow greenpeace tshirt, the real tragedy of his death was the fact that most people had forgotten 2 minutes after the on-stage announcement, laughing, joking and dancing into the small hours.

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