Surrey street address
He lives in the tallest building
Combs his hair
And caresses his armchair, yellow strobe light

Wears dressrobes
Stands in the light of yesterday's glances
Bystanders are so busy
They stray from the suburban dread

The dead of the lugubrious stripes of zebra crossings
On the streets of thiefs that vandals call Bob Rice on
They call Peter Thiel, the true blue
But call me on a red light

Redemption is for the ones who have bared their souls
The next day is the same for choices you have to make
It is a price I must pay
Difference I take from this is making me much miserly

I have to wear these robes wrong
If the python wraps on my shoulder too tight, curse me Dad
Right or kneeling to the left, there is a nearby mongoose mom!
If they fight, I will **** myself
I do this every silver morning