Moluccas Smell
Watchara Charoenporn
In the name of the Lord
I am God of the Suppression
Who are parading Through your Ocean
With the Brightened shinning blades
Whoa Yo ,Whoa Yo
That 's a Moluccas Smell
Can you feel something New
That we are about to Establish
It's smell so fresh
Like a Death in the Morning Dew
Whoa Yo ,Whoa Yo
That 's a Moluccas Smell
For every world We represent
On any size of government
We do construct up upon any Continent
We do and We'll do unto our last Resentment
Whoa Yo ,Whoa Yo
That 's a Moluccas Smell
No matter how you call me Vasco
No matter how you call me Henry
I am still the Clerk
Collecting the bill
Forever
(Or ever)
Nor
Never
Whoa Yo ,Whoa Yo
That 's still Moluccas Smell