Cardinals

Pardon me for grinning but the cardinals are sinning And rebellion has always been my tipple As punks all sip compliance on the rocks, and nuclear scientists concoct Their alchemical creations, but they'll never be as smug as me Barefoot in the snow, telling your new one-liner joke And if I felt something remind me in the morning The gate read something hardly indiscreet, in a language I don't speak So my naivety should strike you as a warning The prisoners of war pin the synopsis to the floor So that they tower over what's to be expected of their sorry lives The truth remains beneath them, where it never can defeat them, cos they're Standing on the oligarchs affected by the bluntest knives No more questions please No more questions please No more questions please No more questions please