Fungal Jungle Justice

Sly was the dog that tricked your tribe Stole the seed, licked the bribe Dry was the log that burned your bra Lashed the slave, bent the Tzar Valour in your servitude Play the maid, fuck the prude Sell her in her Sunday nude Oil the skin, frame the mood But I know what you want And I know why you hold your love And I know why you're stoned To save some face, to slave some grace... Deep in the heart of a jungle town Laud the lamb, crown the clown The cheap come apart like a preacher's smile Imitate, last a while Level in your polar view Old the mold, shaping skew Revel in your role anew Loud the crowd calling you But I know what you want And I know why you hold your love And I know why you're stoned To save some face, to slave some grace... By your light I always grew A farther vision, formed into Few will lead, I'm here in command Hard decision – where to stand? I'm bitter... Tanned in the flames of a temple fire Sat the Son, in rake attire Branding a name on a heathen hide Write the right, seek inside A savage in your Karma rears Fate abates, fault appears Ravaging your calmer fears Sharp the teeth, point the spears But I know what you want And I know why you hold your love And I know why you're stoned To save some face, to slave some grace... By your light I always grew A farther vision, formed in two Few will lead, I'm here, is it done? Cold you froze, I rose a gun And I felt you when you blurred up ahead Tore the time to trail the dead And I'd brawl you all, I'm so indiscreet Sold the gold to gorge the beast Who will lead? I'm here in command Hard decision gone as planned I'm better...