Masterplan

Sitting at the table with his pen in his hand

Sprouting big ideas for his masterplan

But the monkeys just don’t know

What they want so he won’t go

Chipping away at the less informed

With his big fat snout and jowl on the floor

When he met a slippery snake

And the slippery snake did say

Oooh

Burn this sorry kingdom to the ground

Oooh

Ask no questions make no sound

Build a castle and make them pay

Then you tell them things will be better off this way

They’ll sing and cry to the cut-throat King

Run for your lives and sell your health

Put your faith in swine and serpent

They’ll work wonders for your wealth

And then piggy will start to yell

You and me forgotten in the sun

Throw away your future let it run