This POST proves that FRANK BACON doesn't need hard drugs anymore to write amazing SciFi... just a solid, natural talent.
Like a fiendish tropic virus
Spitting bile at all you whores
Razor-sharp tongue-in-cheek
Poking in your open sores
A wolf in sheep's clothing
The ultimate disgrace
Wrapped up as a gift of god
Exploding in your face
This is counter-culture from the underground
Eternal revolution this is our sound
B A C O N - better than the best
Megalomaniacal and harder than the rest
When the underground shakes the order is shaken The betrayal of the soul makes life unhealthy With unbeatable rhymes we will drive away The time of the long time to the big bums.
The wonders of this world will be given to you
Happiness is not for sale longing remains unequaled
Price puzzles waving insatiable
No Pity For The majority