The universities are snorting up coke

Behind their veils and their covers and their cloaks

I know my brothers don't wear clothes

They're fucking naked

An adjunct's leaving for a party on the coast

With an open bar and lots of blow

There's a price to pay

For your little soiree in the hells

The abstract is not abstract

I'm amazed by the cynical tact of the form

The abstract is not abstract

I'm amazed by the cynical facts that were forged

I met Darth Vader in a ramshackle hotel

To write a report and to cast a spell

Motherfucker's got wind in his sails

He's fucking naked

I pray for intervention by a banana peel

Boots, flats, sneakers or high heels

Can you face the gale

With your skin so pale?

The abstract is not abstract

I'm amazed by the cynical tact of the form

The abstract is not abstract

I'm amazed by the cynical facts that were forged