Idiot Son


Up till dawn

drinking Canada Dry 

Hangover

to last the rest of your life.  


History repeats

First time it’s a farce

Second time’s the same

but with fewer laughs.


Backwards speak

Telling porky pies 

Lipstick on a  pig  

I’ve lost the will to die.


Turn around

Thinking: ‘Where’s the court jester?’

Look at the throne

(Oh shit.) 


The idiot son

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son 

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son

Someone up on high, said,

‘yeah, he’s the one. 

He’s the one.

He’s the one.’


The devil is

in the lack of detail.

Away with words

and a skill for betrayal.


Double Dutch

speaking esperanto

Pig latin.

Mumble like Marlon Brando.

But you’re not Marlon Brando.


You’re the idiot son

Of an idiot son 

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son

Etc.


The Midas Touch

but the opposite

Everything you touch

turns into shit.


The ears of an ass 

Hear the strings of a lyre

Drink the blood of an ox

Climb on the funeral pyre.

Let’s all jump in the fire.


For the idiot son

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son

Of an idiot son

Etc.


Up till dawn

drinking Canada Dry 

Hangover

to last the rest of your life.  


History repeats

First time it’s a farce

Second time’s

the same.

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