Malarone

He's a protozoan, he's just a filthy protozoan He's a protozoan, he's just a filthy protozoan The roads are dry and dusty 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, you are dead, 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, this is unclean And he's feeding, he's been feeding on everything 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 He's a protozoan, he's just a filthy protozoan Parasite in the bloodstream, this is unclean, this is unclean 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 The roads were dry and dusty, 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, you were dead, you were 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 He's just a filthy protozoan He's just a filthy protozoan