Caligula II

I was born in the jungle to clapping hands
Every monkey gave a drum roll before I took the stand (Yeah)
Crack a whip and let my brand get hot
And watch the canopy get out of hand
I'm the one who built an escalator
Out of crocodile innards and a rambling man

I made my move to the city, striking iron red hot
Some political action committee
Thought I'd really, really give it a shot, love (Yeah)
Crack a whip and let my brand get hot
And watch the grassroots get out of hand
I'm the one who built an escalator with a mean streak
Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around

I was born in the jungle to a pagan band
Don't compare me to Caligula
Because I met him and he said he's a fan (Yeah)
Crack a whip and let my brand get hot
And watch the canopy get out of hand
Turn the jungle from Da Vinci print
Into a mortified version of Rubens' 'Fall of the Damned'

Let that ice get hot, obsidian snickers
Pierce the hush of the underbrush, daggers in the dirt stick up
I'm a loose-lipped whipper-
Snap, now, what a conundrum we find ourselves in
Now it's got out of hand
Ever-present like a tremor in your "Never have I ever,"
Tick, tick, Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around

I was born in the jungle to clapping hands
Every monkey gave a drum roll before I took the stand (Huh)
Crack a whip and let my brand get hot
And watch the canopy get out of hand
I'm the one who built an escalator and baby
Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around
Caligula is coming around

I have existed from the morning of the world
And I shall exist until the last star falls from the night
Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula
I am all men as I am no man
And therefore, I am a god



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