Am I afraid of easy chords. Silly Rhymes and cheesy words, To get myself into the loop, Become a Supergroup?
A smile, a flash, mag and a bang, You’ll let me into your gang. Keep me safe with brawny dudes From semi-conscious semi-nudes.
Please take this Lord’s Apprentice And turn him into a God. Not a Saviour Of Pleasuremania, But a Rabid, Raging Dog.
Sublime. Sublime.
Should I use my knife to butter up, Not cynically cut her up. Shake the hand of slimy fate, Embrace the things I love to hate. Recant in a million interviews How to wake up and beat the blues, Become a Lucky Laughing Boy, A world wide web wind up toy.
Please take this Lord’s Apprentice And turn him into a God. Not a Saviour Of Pleasuremania, But a Rabid, Raging Dog.