Little black flowers that grow in the shower The flora and the borer with the power so sour To get into your body where they partly devour your soul I'm sittin' on the floor while I stare at the walls The spores in the walls, well they get in my pores The sun can't stop the march of this rot And this mould will never die Die Die Black mould ♪ Clinging to my mop, on the table I hop I'm tryin' to get the spot where the last black dot is Just outta reach, I see it sittin' on the surface This city is a swamp and the fungus is a circus We're living in darkness in a river of shit On a rainy little island in a fly infested spit We're dying in our bungalows, villas in the mist In the valley of the saggy, where the sun'll never kiss And it's a nice little place and it's cosy I suppose If you don't mind livin' in a never ending war with black mould Black mould Black mould Black mould Black mould Black mould (mould) Black mould Black mould (Never gonna die) (Never gonna die) (Never gonna die) (It's never gonna die inside)