Sweets of Helsinki

Taste it black as it is on your tongue
despite your prejudiced soul
meet this darkness leaking down your throat
is it blood plums iron or salt?
no it’s this town you know it’s this town
here comes the paradox
things you hate might be the ones that you like
don’t you laugh after this paradox
it’s like cold dead ice being the source of all life
epiglottis uprising against your choice
you dreadful foolish old boy
now there’s nuclear warfare invading your mouth
with its blood plums iron and salt
because it’s this town you know it’s this town