Lyrics

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