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Bourgeois Mini-Suite: (1. Patriarch, 2. Divine Right, 3. Overthrow, 4. Patriarch (Reprise)
by The Quill Pen Gallery
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I. Patriarch
A train conductor, man with malice
Approaches his daughter, a knife his lone asset
She smiles a gentle way, gun on her corset
And upon finding his blade, she cocks and he forfeits
A typical holiday gathering
Of lustful young ladies unfastening
In dominion unto the patriarch
Whose desires proceed all her safety heart
A fortnight till lazing on faraway sand
A harlot at my feet to please this young man
The light of her hands finds the throat of myself
My child and I gasped for the air before Hell
A typical holiday, surprising
Of lustful young ladies in uprising
In dominion unto the monarchy
Working bones, our property
II. Divine Right
Swim, swim, somersault
Some sun, all your fault
Why have the subjects become so unruly
Has my disposition lead to a fervor of newly
Brought-forth officials that demand accounting
Unto the public from which their resounding
That can't be the case
I can take this space
That can't be the case
God gave me this place
III. Overthrow [Instrumental]
IV. Patriarch (Reprise)
A fabled author, wrote of this essence
And several years later, it's come to our presence
Locked in a cell where I rot with the rodents
I curse the young rebels who came without prudence
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
I. Patriarch
A train conductor, man with malice
Approaches his daughter, a knife his lone asset
She smiles a gentle way, gun on her corset
And upon finding his blade, she cocks and he forfeits
A typical holiday gathering
Of lustful young ladies unfastening
In dominion unto the patriarch
Whose desires proceed all her safety heart
A fortnight till lazing on faraway sand
A harlot at my feet to please this young man
The light of her hands finds the throat of myself
My child and I gasped for the air before Hell
A typical holiday, surprising
Of lustful young ladies in uprising
In dominion unto the monarchy
Working bones, our property
II. Divine Right
Swim, swim, somersault
Some sun, all your fault
Why have the subjects become so unruly
Has my disposition lead to a fervor of newly
Brought-forth officials that demand accounting
Unto the public from which their resounding
That can't be the case
I can take this space
That can't be the case
God gave me this place
III. Overthrow [Instrumental]
IV. Patriarch (Reprise)
A fabled author, wrote of this essence
And several years later, it's come to our presence
Locked in a cell where I rot with the rodents
I curse the young rebels who came without prudence
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
