Bon Vivant

Mercy on the neighborhood Here come them bon vivants Passing out their pamphlets Fuckin' lay waste to your wants Here come their marching band They play take me as I am It goes: You better keep an eye out Mercy on the real thing Falsehood is out in force Ye ontologic stowaways Ye poster children for divorce Where went yer bitter king? Common cologne covered corpse You set him so high You told us not to bow down to an idol as you carried him by Don't you know your throat is a megaphone? Good morning, dear company, the date is And weren't we always bound to have quite a lot in store for you Let us stand here for 40 years in this wilderness, not wandering, and When that time is up, when our deed is done, Wander back down to civilization, and Let us stand there for 40 years In that wilderness, not wandering I feel my belly They move along