Where in the world are we going
Hunt the rooms of illiterates and find
Some nasty photographs
and amateur you know what
Come to be forsaken justice is considered crude in the new world
The old world is old
What do we need it for
Except for the Renaissance
For it holds the most beautiful of all
Mona Lisa Not So Charming
Yet in her secretive smile revealing her most secret truth
Of being not so brave
The brain curls up into two identical balls
You dirty-minded bastards
I know what you’re thinking…
Yes,
That would be my future bar talk
Now come on, get me a beer!