PRIDE

A faithless pope is a real no-go I'm in her hands like a real yo-yo Side to side till the deal goes blow I'm a decent bloke A faithless pope is a real no-go I'm in her hands like a real yo-yo Side to side till the deal goes blow I'm a decent bloke I fell in love with these mercenaries, they're hurting me Wordsmiths are perched on my underbelly, don't hunger me You fucking tree, you thunder-loving designer apple-bee I tattle toed tapped to get the place mapped so happily It burns, the cole, the slippery sun returns to old When it's done with the dance of the horizon it turns and it folds Transactions, aggressions, distractions to the faction Why can't I be nice and avoid the infractions and abstractions A faithless pope is a real no-go I'm in her hands like a real yo-yo Side to side till the deal goes blow I'm a decent bloke A faithless pope is a real no-go I'm in her hands like a real yo-yo Side to side till the deal goes blow I'm a decent bloke I can't remember all the times that I was sainted, and I sent envelopes that were tainted and full of the hate shit I wanna get up and just scream, I was a victim of the c r e a m, man that's cream I just said goodbye to the pride though Sayonara, you've got no space for your lies though Say goodbye you've got no rent space in my head no more I just thought hard but I've got no more morals for the war My moralization is down in the dumps I've got my mojo back, even if I was in a slump I was a flump, but now I'm trying just to get up and jump I left my pride on a stack in that month's edition of the Trump