mad me once, mad me twice
up the stairs so bodly the race of tom,
up the stairs to that throne that turns all to gold
the golden touch so they say
the golden touch, fa-la lala
mad me once mad them twice
tom needs a hand to the throne
tom tricks and gets a hand and foot
poor mort, the slayed giant...
little mort knows not of the tricks, the isms and schisms old men of days so paranoid spoke of
from yeysus to that marley of a man
from that dark, oh so murky history that once was, where socrates nippled wisdom like a mothers child
mad men i say, not once nor twice
awaken from deep state slumber
©rabi
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