The Magic of Yeast

You can keep your nuclear physics
You can split your own atom
There’s a secret I shall share
As I pass my kids the baton

I’ve no interest in the future
Threw my cap into the past
For the real meaning of life
My experience is vats

It’s the magic of yeast
It’s the wonder of the grape
It’s the happiness it brings
As my head falls in my plate

I have studied since a young boy
Focused all my skill and craft
Some say that I’m obsessed
But I’m having such a laugh?

You’re my best friend and a rock
You’re forever near and dear
Help anaesthetise my thoughts
When my thoughts become too clear

It’s the magic of yeast
It’s the wonder of the grape
It’s the happiness it brings
As my head falls in my plate

So lets raise a glass to yeast
As I shit my liver out
And another withdrawal seizure
Splits my head, I gasp and shout . . . . .

You’ll be mine to the end
And my end will be with you
And I know that you wont stop
‘til my body turns blue

It’s the tragedy of yeast
It’s the blunder of the grape
It’s the misery it brings
As I lie dead, face down in my plate