Speak kind words you’re a senator’s son
It’s not enough to shuffle when you’ve got enough to run
And corruptions just a sign that your daddy’s havin’ fun
He’ll kill before the day is done
Well you can’t fight if you’re all alone
And you can’t feel if you’re turned to stone
And you can’t kill this room is made outta foam
Still they scream “Take the throne, Ignatius Jones”
Politics ramble thoughts stand alone
Consequential mafia squeezed to the bone
Run away hide while the king is still stoned
Close those eyes you’re all alone
This is the true lobotomy of Ignatius Jones
-JH-
