Final Fantasy This Lamb Sells Condos
No hope for the village
No hope for the village
There's a merchant in our midst
And with a barrel fist
He's coloured every surface
He's slapped up a portrait
And, yes, it is his own
He's gonna take your home
Have you seen our visitor?
Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections
Are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing
So the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage
Now there is no hope for the village
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne
Chic
Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of
construction
Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his
computer
Now his massive genitals refuse to co-operate
And no amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage
Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Living rent-free is boring me
Got no use for my PE Degree
Got no use for my pedigree
I feed you every morning and ask so little
Hedi Slimane
But you belittle all the work that I do
And Agnes B
When you take that walk without permission
I'm not content
I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love
you
I'm not content
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
Donna Karan
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest
Hill
And Kara Saun
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
I'm not content
Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your
mouth
I'm not content
