Chapt. Two - Guess who? Manfred The Great The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. Everyone was silent. 'Minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. Play me some music,' he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down I believed it, didn't we all A man, a hero, walks on to the scene Unquestionably good at everything First he does battle with various creatures Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters Having made dragons extinct forever He murders a couple of the castle guards He enters the castle quite unnoticed And tells the girl he'll be back for her 'And so I shall make her mine forever'
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through The blade crashes down on the block where his head was With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts A race against time to rescue the princess To get past the baddy to get out of the castle Out of the window where the horses are waiting The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames
But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly Every day We give our heroes license to kill in reality Just like on TV And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls Treats them as property A pile of shit we don't see it, though we watch it on telly Every day That's an electrode in our front rooms a house plant Pumping in signals Only five feet from being an implant Watchin' sign our hands How often do we leave it switched on? Channel S.H.1.T. How often do we sit there switched off? Staring at it blindly?
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