Force Pujaré

Rise and fall, Mr. Jellybean
A windswept mind will be your tambourine
A rhythm anchored to the lonely shale
Will come in long and indisputable waves
And I feel just like an omen hiding in a shell
And I fell just like an old man living in a shell

Keep the time in disputable ways
Another day independent of rays
If only cancer could get them to care
Your career would forcibly drag you there
And I feel like Charlie Rose attending a gangbang
And I feel like Marty Crane attending a gangbang

And I feel like Joan of Arc
And I feel like Barney Clark
And I feel like Hester Prynne
Attending a gangbang
And I feel like Jonas Salk
And I feel like Joan of Arc
Attending a gangbang

A sovereign cares not for these plays
I'd sooner be there than in this place
Where all the crashing can't displace
Dusty waves of fallen grace
The life you beat out could be the life you save

And I feel like Rosa Parks attending a gangbang
And I feel like Joan of Arc
And I feel like Charlie Rose
And I feel like Barton Fink
Attending a gangbang

And I feel like Rosa Parks
And I feel like Joan of Arc
And I feel like Barney Clark
Attending a gangbang

And I feel like Marty Crane
And I feel like Hester Prynne
And I feel like Jonas Salk
Attending a gangbang

And I feel like no one knows
And I feel like no one knows
And I feel like no one knows
And I feel like no one knows