Arrogant bastards,
feeding themselves on patronizing screams
sitting on alters next to queens
pounding on the head's of court jesters
destroying the king's throne and crowning
him with tar and feathers
gossip house for the insane
chatting about nuns snorting cocaine
avoiding the snow plows,
chasing dairy trucks,
mistaking them for milk cows...
Well, you woke up to an opera
with your head between the rocks
and your feet in the clouds...
The straight jacket is in the closet now
and your family in the grave...
everyone you knew lost their heads
to the king...
after his elaborate coronation...
but the bishop saved your life
when he let the church bell ring...
Now stuck in crowded slums,
with your favorite sluts...
who'd would like to see you die
and fed to buzzards,
or to toil the earth,
feeding on lizards...
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