Nut juice and night lights! _ oh fackin holy war rite _ the almighty death knell currency _ with its cross to bear down _ the bloody self-serving supremacy precedence _ makes taxidermy fodder of our neighbors _ & the treatise makers in the Big Chair _ count themselves among the fortunate _ leverage their buy-in now & their hedgerow on the No Pass Line _ French fries with ketchup or mayo no matter – they all put their fancy pants on one servant at a time _ and took to wiping each other’s aces in secret not long after the document was signed _ and now maybe we’ve come full-circle again(?) _ when the noir backroom Bigs & patty cake _ arm another front-lines & armchair the status quo of kings _ we’d never see the best of days _ as we toll the death knell means _ the best laid schemes o' mice an' men _ the West will never rise again _ no point, they’ve sold the fatted calf _ back to the Cross, the torturers’ trend _ & so we strafe the seas for Her Majesty again _ land, air, sea, sands & hydrocarbon _ we, oh we, never EVER owned a thing _ but the blood in our veins & the tapestries _ of fire circles gone to ground _ and dire widows long of frown _ sons & daughters their bequeath _ to sacrifice to god & crown _ ALL they’d EVER hoped t’ plow _ the warlords beat the “whore” resound _ cry!! Rose in alabaster NOW _ ‘fore the cowboys & sheiks & Old Testament beaks _ lay the groundwork for a great & dreaded retelling _ o the dark ages we once put down & kept down _ in a short-lived attempt at dialectics & humanities sound _ —no NO, all you cockroaches say Hello to myyyy leeeeetle frieeend…… ‘cause I’m a third party you damn-sure WILL let INnnnnn _ & so th’ beat goes on AGAIN _ ‘till Noosphere has met 'er end _ OR Superman returns to fend …for “mankind” has no relevance where WORLDS contend in a cosmic sense.. _ it’s the best we can hope for …I guess _ ‘long as the pig dogs keep settin precedence _ the secret is... You ..Got ..To ..Dance..!