Little Boot Jesterboy

If you see their heresy, decry that wicked crime If you hear they're insincere, disrupt that pantomime If you see conspiracy, dose poison dinnertime Let them be gone, they've stayed too long And colour me impressed, I saw the sun begin to set upon their heads You know who has to go, proscription list for slime If you sense there is dissent, make them an archimime If you hear the time is near, defend me with your life The maniples of men are marching out at my behest Conquering the West by shore, defeating Poseidon Seashell spoils are great rewards for heavenly conquest Defeat the Gods and rise above, to heaven I ascend Die, die I hate to see a waste of life Die, die The die is cast, the time is right Die, die I hate to see a waste of life Die, die The die is cast, the time is right All I see is rosy cheeks and fleeting faded smiles Though underneath their breath they speak, they'd see me be exiled And terribly and wildly, the mob lines up in files Depose me, hear me scream And colour me impressed, I sense this plot will be my end I see my life before my eyes Though before I go, I've half a mind to cause distress By decree, I sentence thee to Die, die I hate to see a waste of life Die, die The die is cast, the time is right Die, die I hate to see a waste of life Die, die The die is cast, the time is right