| Song | Scavenger, Invader |
| Artist | The Locust |
| Album | New Erections |
| The highways (The Slipstreams of half-sacks) | |
| Are jammed up from pillar to post | |
| Night changes things: | |
| Everything is foul and filthy the reign | |
| The settlers are kicking off their shoes | |
| Flex those comets, bury that asshole' | |
| Cos noxious obnoxious is guilty as hell | |
| Take those smokestacks to your lawyers | |
| And smoke out the lot of them | |
| Drown them all out |