Oh, the Glory of It All

come on all you musclemen

you lady boys, you thieves

all you wack magicians with the rubies in your teeth

gather up the pimps, the politicians and the priests

make you way to the gallows

all you seasick ladies with you burgandy corvettes

harboring the man who laid his hands upon my head

hold him down and burn his eyelids with a cigarette

let's see what we can get him to confess to

oh, the glory of it all

autumn winds have blown a scrim of leaves into your pool

we woke up one day and found

the girls were gone from school

but you were never going to convince them you were cool

so go on home and strap on your explosive

oh, the glory of it all