They said that all the traitors would be drowned
or something like a mixture of guantanamo and nantes
“let us be terrible, let us show no pity
it’s no time to mumble, speak like mickey and minnie”
I’ve said ‘we’re thrown in history
to avoid its stutters’
they drove me to the ministry
of coherence matters -
there they said that all the daunters would be shot
or else they would be custodied with tantalizing bots
so i’ve met fred lordon he looked down on me
i’ve met noam chomsky he looked down on me
i’ve met patrick star, even him looked down on me
they punched my balls and said i’d need a therapy
and all of a sudden
the lights were turned down
fell asleep in the hay, dressed in a gown
notes of barrel organs
barely crossed my mind
they put me in a cart and served me
mussels with some fries
(back voices: oulala oulala all together
but not too much)
the cart drove me to the old guillotine
I was flattered when i saw the patine
on the blade that cut so many traitors’ shins
as my head rolled out they started all to sing
lalalala - all together now - but not too much
mankind brotherhood that’s well understood
don’t kill your neighbor except if he doesn’t agree with you
well in that case he’s no brother, no neighbor - he’s cristiano fuckin’ voldemort ronaldo
his tongue is arsenic, his ass is under his nose he’ll do all that he can
to eradicate you, annihilate you so yes he’s technically your brother but you know
sometimes brothers kill each other it’s in the Bible right, how many brothers have been slaughtered by other brothers in its name ?
am i my brother’s keeper ? Genesis 4/9 - well maybe but it’s more difficult to love him
when your head’s in a basket - because of him
all together - but not too much-ch-cha–cha-chaaa