I live in a world of make -believe
I believe what I have made
And make what I believe
One thing though I can't believe :
Is how happy I am in my world
Of make- believe
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
No. 60: The Book Of Barabbas ,1996
A blind and bitter , twisted fool was I
To riot , murder ,and then come here to die
Aimless , with no known cause and scant integrity
I killed for several shekels to fund my insobriety
Yet in my darkest hour , before a grisly grave of wood
Behold! A lesser fool with bleeding ,thorny crown there stood
His crime ? Delusions , proclaimed himself a king
Though he helped the needy : harmed not a living thing
Have I become delerious ? The mob chants for my release instead
Buffoons ! They want to see that Galilean dead!
Freed! By all the God-damned powers that be , or may not be
Allowed to roam again ,mustn't hesitate , now go man ,flee!
Curious though , I turn my head , for a final glance just one
The wretched would -be regent breathes his last and :'It is done'.
And what is done ?My hideous crimes they wish to vindicate
Confused and inspired , a prophecy , I scratch upon my slate:
Golden cast ,his corpse ,displayed upon their chests , glorifies his name
They come forth to do evil I've not done and still they know not shame .
To riot , murder ,and then come here to die
Aimless , with no known cause and scant integrity
I killed for several shekels to fund my insobriety
Yet in my darkest hour , before a grisly grave of wood
Behold! A lesser fool with bleeding ,thorny crown there stood
His crime ? Delusions , proclaimed himself a king
Though he helped the needy : harmed not a living thing
Have I become delerious ? The mob chants for my release instead
Buffoons ! They want to see that Galilean dead!
Freed! By all the God-damned powers that be , or may not be
Allowed to roam again ,mustn't hesitate , now go man ,flee!
Curious though , I turn my head , for a final glance just one
The wretched would -be regent breathes his last and :'It is done'.
And what is done ?My hideous crimes they wish to vindicate
Confused and inspired , a prophecy , I scratch upon my slate:
Golden cast ,his corpse ,displayed upon their chests , glorifies his name
They come forth to do evil I've not done and still they know not shame .
No.61: Harmonica ,1989.
What a cute little thing you are
I put my hands around you
I kiss you here and there
I place my tongue inside you
Then suck and draw and blow
I'd like to get to know you more
My sweet harmonica .
I put my hands around you
I kiss you here and there
I place my tongue inside you
Then suck and draw and blow
I'd like to get to know you more
My sweet harmonica .
No.62: The Three Perverts, 1990
These Three perverts they all shared one bed
And sampled the filth they had in their heads
They quickly got tangled
One by one all got strangled
And now the poor f*****s are dead!
And sampled the filth they had in their heads
They quickly got tangled
One by one all got strangled
And now the poor f*****s are dead!
No.63 : The Young Man From Rome , 1990
There was a young man from Rome
Whose condition had made him leave home
He went to the town
pulled his pants down
And rubbed his d*** down to the bone .
Whose condition had made him leave home
He went to the town
pulled his pants down
And rubbed his d*** down to the bone .
No.64: The Man from Milan, 1990
There is this poor soul in Milan
Who knows not whether he's woman or man
He seems quite content
He's as straight as he's bent
And says:'If only others could be as I am '
Who knows not whether he's woman or man
He seems quite content
He's as straight as he's bent
And says:'If only others could be as I am '
No.65: The Man From Havana, 1990.
There was an old man from Havana
Whose P**** was like a banana
When he tried to make love
He's kick push and shove
And dance to the Coba-Cabana
Whose P**** was like a banana
When he tried to make love
He's kick push and shove
And dance to the Coba-Cabana
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