Cannibal Lives

Capitalism does not make sense!
'Tis nothing but a whore sir
Sucking on the very blood
Of every man, woman and child
Oh, the riddle on my tongue
Brought me closer to that witch
And as I listened to the cries of burning men
I asked her how much do we pay the Preachies
The wailers of lost souls?
She turned to me and cried
"We live in the age of extreme!
Of the chiller killer
And the bitter pill of the lesbian thrill
For the shopaholic ten in the consumer den
Where you're just a little savage
An umbilical zombie

Capitalism does not make sense!"
So cough up doc and pancho pillock
Laughing stock and fanny slam
With dazzle stars and dickie brows
Where sheep are chic and dumb as cows
Capitalism does not make sense!
Snapper neck and speed up jibe

Rambling on the fear of a crown
Rambling on the fear of a crown
All in a dream, all in a dream
Such a strange encounter indeed

Undead un-days flow from my brow
It all means nothing to me
On the ocean of Islam
In the shadow of the cross
It all means nothing to me