Long ago compasses and Spanish omlets navigated the world
Sailors flew across hemispheres in bathtubs and women wore the world
Like a crazy shawl to cotillions in stately manors while distant hordes
Pillaged great estates now defunct. History rode a white horse, death rode
A red steed, famine was popular among locals and our King had no Queen.
War in these times wore her filthy golden rags to battle and armies marched
Like African fire ants to the Caspian Sea.

Occasionally fortune smiles upon you and grants you an early death
Suddenly you feel honest in all your labor and all that you request,
Nighttime comes around to smack you and chews off part of your breast
Then they gladly tell you to get ready and Heathrow comes in undressed,
After all you are only chattel and they barely know your name but in the world
Of steel and concrete there is no relative to shame. Ogres underneath the toll bridge
Are conspiring and of all the trees I remember there is only one worth desiring.

In the Year One, Eve cut Adam an apple slice,
Until then there was no sin and pirates populated the earth again, now
The only evil is the evil in living and dying without love, the rest
Is like pie filling, filling the world with your crusty delights!
More than this is coming your way and you may never have your way
That is just the way it is Buster and you might as well move out of my way!
The world is coming, Mandrake, and there is nothing either of us can do!