In a time of plague We were young and gay And while money reigned Minorities were wiped out every day But we had tailors We were getting famous With the patronage of William Burroughs And also Kathy Acker Our pens would save the day Singing 'tirra lirra tirra lirra tirra lirra gabba gabba hey' And our heroes were (and our heroes were) Nightclub entrepreneurs (nightclub entrepreneurs) Our novellas were Metaphors and deconstructions Architects Who blow up their own buildings While Reagan and Thatcher reigned we got famous Not all of us survived As happens in time of plague Singing 'tirra lirra tirra lirra tirra lirra gabba gabba hey' In a gilded time (in a gilded time) When death was king (death was king) A group of authors Began to write a new Decameron Whose elegance Bordered on the Florentine And when the 90s came We were immune to plague To every known strain Then along came Kurt Cobain