Mister P from theorem by theorem

Last time I heard him he spoke
In a cloud of smoke
‘Cause his words are white lies
In his own white light
Spitting twaddle and tosh

Now the hope is gone
But the man still stands
Deep inside his dead brain
The same confident speech
Keep our mouths settled and stitched

(screaming)
Haaaaaa Haaaaaaa Haaaaaaa

You think that you are a king
But you’re kind of nothing
Because Your Throne
Is made of our silent scorn
Beg now
The millionaire to rescue you
But he thinks your time has come

(screaming)
Haaaaaa Haaaaaaa Haaaaaaa

Last time I saw him he had
Open Big wild eyes
And his beard was the sign
Of a dying spine
Exposed to light
Now the man is old
But his son is bold
And I can hear the same lines
In this same white lights
And near by, burst of laughter

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