I don't know what it takes, do you?
Just like that I'm a king with a hat,
Nothing else rings true.
The land is vast and unknown.
But I tend to my shindig and spend big.
Commonsense of the commoner has been blown.
My pit is deep, I don't sleep,
My mind is calculating a zero sum.
You sow the seed, but it's I who gets to reap.
No matter I think, in a few years blink,
This land will be robbed and full of gloom.
I'd have already left this empty stink.
If you lick my hole, be my troll,
I may puff a poot, a bye to you.
Otherwise plan on dying as a heathen soul.
