Dead Demos for the Lion Man

 

Life and death, I love this kind of shit

                             But when can we squeeze more love and sex into it?

                    Gold bullion, silver shrapnel, dug dirt, holy holes

                              On the false face of it, I’ve found a new role

Flew by the flies which eventually find a mine of reasons

                   Realise the trees’ shadows sanctify the treason

                                      Who does hold the final note?

                                               With a signed scrawl to release those

                                         Who felt they just had to loot

        Put back what you pretend you found

                           Buy up shares held and share them pound for pound

  Sit back and smile when others scramble to dignify their claims

                  And realise that you’re just a Lion who cannot be tamed.

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