| Let the dynasty die it’s so hard, it’s hard.
|
| let sleeping dogs lie, just in time so well out of line to insult the hand that
|
| feeds you, I am the gift that paid a thousand bribes.
|
| Please treat them kindly oh funny little man, come and see the clown with your
|
| stick and your hat, walk like a cat with your stick and your hat.
|
| walk like a cat, champagne for the horses sucked on by rats!
|
| Never part of the idle class always gave them a great big kick in the arse,
|
| this funny little man who showed me alabaster.
|
| have you ever seen a shrunken head?
|
| Shake in your bed!
|
| No telephone calls today all my friends gone away, when you’re out of fashion
|
| it’s a lonely price you pay.
|
| fat boys should be flogged with your thin white cane.
|
| It is only the dreamers who ever move mountains, it’s where my real audience
|
| waits.
|
| It’s like talking to my pig about the opera days, reminisce like the mass that
|
| follows anything that moves!
|
| Orinoco, Satorico.
|
| just like Pablo!
|
| I sat in the house with my gun on the table.
|
| Conquistador of the useless lives in the past.
|
| there’s something missing.
|
| oh but then how he fills me, it’s all in my face.
|
| The dice is thrown for life!
|
| No telephone calls today all my friends gone away, when you’re out of fashion
|
| it’s a lonely price you pay.
|
| fat boys should be flogged with your thin white cane. |