A Month In The Country

After a month in the country, nothing

A boring nation at war with itself

But not really at war with itself

Is it true you had fantasies to awake to

You were there way before the breakthrough

After a month in the country, nothing

A boring nation at war with itself

Its figures laid flat on the shelf

Is it true you had fantasies to awake to

You were there way before the breakthrough

It's only fair to duly note

Demoted, two ranks slashed, for your fatness

Was far-ranging from gold to not so gold

Sealing those secrets, down goes another mouth

A better cause there never was, a better cause

There never was

For a giant among smaller giants

Blessed kingpin,

Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer

I will crush your bones

To make the meats that I come home to

Blessed kingpin,

Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer

I will crush your bones

To make the meats that I come home to

Blessed kingpin,

Barring the appearance of some divine enforcer

I will crush your bones

To make the meats that I come home to