Old fools will rupture themselves
filling paychecks and cunts of wives
Feast of leaches and lacerations
Halls with torches and portraits with eyes
He's a king, his castle is protected
Intruders kept from cunts of wives
Wafer thin and bulging with sex
Fences with wire and cameras like eyes
One nation under god
in the land of nod
Old tool your pervasive praxis
Like dank perfume stale cunts of wives
Old fools will define love as he and she in the land of nod
Under the blanket of god