Holding forth, on a topic of no worth
A pissy myth about birth of War
And as for those "Hats" -
They're a bore, not amusing anymore
Dare I ask myself what it's for? A worm is at work in the core.
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
At stage right -
Good counsel dressed all in white
Temptation, black as night, stage left
And I've a hunch his hooves are cleft!
Between 'em am I, bereft
Like tempter's hoof my mind is cleft
Divided I fall, nothing's left
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
