Lyrics

There's magic in the air
Where only doodoo dares
A spell so dastardly potent
It smells like a hundred dead rodents

Analchemy
it's like magic, you'll see
Analchemy
smells like week old brie
Analchemy
You'll end up a divorcee
Analchemy
Getting higher than LSD

With a poot and a dash
Stuck smelling the inside of your ass
Green stink lines will emanate
All decency you negate
this room a chamber of fright
this magic fart will last all night
I'd rather die of frost bite
this smell is very impolite

Here you're supposed to mosh
dance and all that hogwash
cropdusting this goddamn venue
poo particles are on the menu
magical fairy dust
leads to total disgust
this fart you decided to trust
left your pants a total bust