Lobotomy Of

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


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