Lord have mercy, what have we done
Just look around you
Thievery, rape and pillage
Oh no! What a troublesome way to go
Thuggery on every corner, violence on the street,
a spiritual meltdown, time to pick-up your happy feet
Because if you aren't fast enough who knows
who you might happen to meet
A bugger in the background, a mugger up in front
Strange men harassing your children, a tireless bastard
has been taking his time swaggering all about,
and he has suggested that he has plans to marry his vodka
with your finest bitter and your tallest, blackest stout
So let it be known that the world is in a shambles
and it doesn't matter what you drink, civilization has disappeared
it doesn't matter what you think
For those days are over, your bed spread, blanket and comforter
have begun to unravel and there is serious concern
that you will never be warm again
Get used to it, adapt to the changes, for your privileged life
will never be the same way again
We can tell it like it is or you can hide behind your bedbugs,
throw up your skin and decide to up and die
The rule of the jungle is upon us, the chickens have come home to roost
Too many years of horrid exploitation, too many fears of rabid discombobulation
So the rats are nibbling at your bedpost, they are stinking up your joint
Chemical additives won't help you, can't you see that you missed the point
You made your decisions long ago and now you are floating on
compost, humus and briton, there will be no relief as the plot only thickens
So you know what they say, it is time to shit before they call you
a decrepit worn-out sot
Your best years are over and indeed you might listen to Pound,
an old bitch gone in the teeth has very little to offer
so there might be an Italian mental hospital just waiting there for you
But all of this is beside the point, you might want to stand up and take
a good look at your grammar, who do you think you are anyway
Poetic license will hardly save you, the end is coming, it is such a shame
that you haven't listened to your teachers and found just a little time
to hone your skills, stand-up straight and sharpen your pencils
just to learn what it means to be a good boy and take all of your rubbers with you
to erase all of your mistakes and deal with your loathsome fright