Fork tongue now speaketh
Gone beyond the pale
No way no clay describeth
The weight begins to flail
So long good to know you
Now running from the hail
Music for gracious dance
Spacious move endless trance
Dry sun shakes and bakes and quakes the blistering sweltering city
Old world noise rattles and clangs a tired caustic ditty
Bow your head never
None so much now forever
Don't acquiesce
Or come to rest
Don't acquiesce
Or come to rest
It stinks
The man is a joke
Inbred fiefdoms will and do and do and will just harm
Spawns and spawn these ding-dongs never bath in the charm
So long good to know you
Now slurry from the fail
Bow your head never
None so much now forever
Don't acquiesce
Or come to rest
Don't acquiesce
Or come to rest
It stinks
The man is a joke