Malarone

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