In A House Of Deranged Monkeys

I got my head cut off by the mayor

And I don't know which one...

For I have a thousand heads like Medusa

Oh what politician wants me dead?

My arms are in the air

And I have no soul

Darkness corrupts the living queen

As thunder breaks the trembling house, it still stands

And America needs to know this...

I am not the enemy

For a thousand houses break electric cords...

I am not connected with my family

Do you see the conditions that are spreading the lies?

Am I the apple of Satan's eye?

Do I trust my breakfast

To be peanut butter on rye?

For politics brings utter shame...

For life in America is unforsaken, yet unforgiven

Where is the last rising sun?

Oh darkness spill the queen

For she is diamonds and ashes;

I fall to the living queen

The chandeliers have their last spell

Oh Baby America

Sing your last lullaby to me...

Broken chandeliers have scolded their prize

And broken politicians

Walk crooked in the night

This house of horrors has no roses

Cut off another head you silly man

Prove my innocence to the world

And behold, you dear politician,

Your blood on my hands

For life is not as simple as a seam

Oh sudden king, can I be your queen?

Let the house without walls dehabitate

A thousand monkeys

Equal a thousand politicians...

Well the numbers don't matter

Over vengeless roses,

And vengeless roses die of thirst.

Dare I speak of Satan in a dress?

Dare I speak of his recent affairs?

For the house of horrors is damned...

I wonder if my fear hurts

Lay upon me your bitter trees

But I won't get down on my knees,

Behold the aging warrior.