So you fell out of the nest Pigeon feathers in your mouth This considered Son Of Letters Is taking you out Our father who art in heaven Made a circle around my brethren A circle you did cross Let me be more specific I’m the model, you’re the mythic And NOW you get tossed Welly, welly, well Who doesn’t owe to you? No guardian nor craft Yes, I’ve read my Plato, too This battle-talk that I’m spitting Is my war correspondent ambitions Coming to light Semper Fi, E Pluribus Unim My arm’s extended; who am I fooling? And NOW you get wiped City Of Brotherly Love
