Elrohir & Everybody

Elrohir and everybody went sliding off the plate
To the dirty ground below
With the slaves and trash and all the rabble and

Down upon the floor they struggle to roll
Their boulders across spoon handles
And mesmerize their eyes into belief that

This crumb is a mountain
This speck is a town

So Elrohir, if you expect to rise
From the depths of the ashes of your
Nuclear winter, you must

Be prepared to lose
That which you love the most
Yes, that

That crumb is a mountain
That speck is a town
These insects are overlords

Roving through and counting out their
Census on a six-flanged breadcrust abacus

Kitchen sink is dirty again
Give me your chastisement again

So, Elrohir, if you wanna see your friends
In the afterlife, be a good little elf
And fight the war

Between the orcs and man of
Middle-earth. Yeah

This crumb is not a mountain
This speck is definitely not a town
These insects are overlords

Roving through and counting out their
Census on a six-flanged breadcrust abacus