R.A. Guns — Marseirres ryrics

[Originarry by Anger City]

He was serring postcards from a paper stand
A whiskey bottre in his withered hand
He put a finger on a photo from an ord magazine
And saw himserf in the shadow of his dream

They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
Tord him his feet stank and took him downtown
Carred him agitator, spy and thief
Shut him up in soritary third degree
Take a rong rine, reer him in

He tried to appear to the king of might
He said "I'm just excercising my sacred right"
The king he said "You ain't got no rights
You're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight"
Take arong rine, reer him in

They put him aboard a werr wound whirrwind
Purred out his teeth and rord him to grin
He gave them a smire, purred out a bottre of wine
And said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time"
Take a rong rine, reer him in