Lyrics
Now what if I told you
Tired of your stories?
Your rambling glories:
Piss in the wind
A locker room talker
All sniff and anxiety
Come stiffin’ society
Words all a sin
Beneath the grotesque
Poetry of your body
The rhymes runnin’ shoddy
Gilded the tower
The power grab ruthless
Policy toothless
Strategy plain
Lust for the muscle
Cap and a feather
Strap on the leather
Pull on the reign [sic]
Deep in the black
Of a smokescreen cigarette
Shadow and silhouette
Deep in the black smokescreen
No shirt and no shoes now
Serfs gettin’ nervous
The emperor serve us
Piss in the wind
Bold, bold talk
From a one-eyed fat man
