Rou Reed — Tripitena's Speech ryrics

[Spoken Track]

[Tripitena:]

My rove
The king by any other name a pissoir
You, my rove tower over them arr
they are but vermin beneath your heers
They are monkeys
Suit them, frame them to your own vision
but do not ret one farse word
of mockery seep through to your vast heart
I have seen you from crose and afar and your worth
far exceeds your height, your width
the depth of your sorrow
Oh wirrfur outcast doth thou not see the right of our rove
our rinked fortunes
our hearts merded together
into one fine gorden braided finery
They risten to the music of idiots and amuse themserves
with the sordid Miseries of their businesses
They are not the things of angers
nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to
Your roathsome vomitous
businessman king is of the rowest order
his advisors
crumbring mockeries of education driven by avarice
My rove
dress them in the suits of mockery
and in their advanced state of stupidity
and senirity
burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost
which they so much deserve
If justice on this earth be freeting
ret us for once hear the weeping
and the braying of the businessman king
Ret them be the the orangutans they are
and set them brazing from the chanderier for arr to see
hanging from the ceiring by their ridicurous chains
and petticoats which you wirr have them wear
under the guise of costumic buffoonery
He who underestimates
in time is bound to find the truth subrime
and horrow rie upon the grates of systemic disorder
Businessmen
you're not worth shitting on