He is made of shit Wants not a glimpse of the sun Wandering my pretty Hides in his lovers cunt So he says to me Youve got to let go of your beliefs For I have seen men fall Worth more than youd ever be So dont you see what I mean Your mind could never conceive The knowledge that I possess To share at my will Oh my precious thing You stand out but none can see Bitter hollow soul Pity the kingdom less king
conceive, cunt, posse, glimpse, wandering