His Majesty the Baby

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Crooked smiles, mongol eyes and a toothless grin
 I hate his majesty the baby
 His bowels and bladder uncontrolled
 Sitting astride a throne of nappies
 As though his shit were made of gold
 As though a cherub on a fountain
 He suckles breasts as big as mountains
 Then pisses freely on the women
 Who so lovingly surround him
 I hate his majesty the baby
 The bald and dribbling little git
 The polymorphous little pervert
 In every orifice a fluid
 Born in a filthy burst of semen
 Some tosser planted in a woman
 The spitting image of a tosspot
 Let us assassinate the despot!
 And if you cooing mothers should come cooing around me
 Will you be ready for the struggle, the struggle to be free
 From the instincts of your gender, from your social role as mothers
 When I execute your tyrant will you claim me as your saviour
 Or simply tear a traitor limb from limb
 Fuck my imbecile brother, then begin again?
 I hate his majesty the baby
 In my pathetic jealousy
 I hear the voices of the ladies
 Demanding what he's done to me?
 This bastard's shitting on my shirt
 I'm deep in excrement and dirt
 I demand a revolution!
 I demand an execution!
 I'm well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric
 I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit
 But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser
 It is mothers who make men misogynists
 They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss
 A stupid, stinky little pool of piss
 I hate you, imbecilic women
 Who gawp around His Majesty
 Don't you know he'll grow up, God willing
 A twisted little shit like me?
 I tossed him off one day at lunchbreak
 One human life is not that difficult to make
 Let us assassinate this despot!
 His Imperial Majesty the tosspot
 O King, now you have reached the Age of Reason
 The facts of life are laced with treason
 There is going to be a sudden palace coup
 And my new mistress, Madame Guillotine, will soon be nursing you ...
 Crooked smiles from toothless gums
 A grating voice and a stinky bum
 Mongol eyes and a toothless grin
 The king is naked - let's do him in!
 It's time to rise up free from tyranny
 Wouldn't you rather be with me?
 I'll show you, ladies, LIFE
 And its imperial majesty

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Duration
04:22
Key
10
Tempo
127 BPM

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