He awakes in a poll position Quixotic choke-on-a-silver-spoon Quite numb to new information Spite-holding his breath until he's blue My turn to sit in the big chair "My turn to say I'll drain the swamp My turn to throw a slice and then sit back and watch" With seeming disregard for place from which it crawled Bloated and lofted Gross thing adorns righteous mantle Crown made from oiled animal And smiles It's all self-immolation "Hey man, I'm just doing what I'm told" Removing points of friction Return to propaganda show Herr Preacher wants more power Mein gott says it's a matter of when not if Amphetamine radio hour Sprinting like lemmings off a cliff This is a triumph - FINALLY A blessing for the Church of Well-Fed Worms A blessing one rears its head every generation A blessing it eats its young