Walking around as if he was still king Of a country now completely deserted And desecrated
Which will happen after a few years of Ruthless tyranny Now he sits on a throne made of sillystring
Never learned to appreciate the lesser things Staring out at a boulder strewn field That offers no sustenance Only frustration Going to have to learn to enjoy Lesser things
Transfer your fears to the rear at the next stop Never pause to refresh, pause to actualize Continue to modernize Never pause to refresh, pause to actualize Continue to modernize
Monarchs in exile swimming in mineral spirits While the peasantry build Newspaper sailboats Set ablaze in front of the dockside Fireworks factories Dropping anchors that weigh Ten thousand tons
It all makes sense if you understand The allusions All makes sense if you understand And strip yourself of Delusion
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