Fallen Gods
All the Gods have lost their head
And Man, kin and kindred
The twilight of my Idol
Was an idle Ideal
And I’m in pursuit of things
That make jealous the kings
I ain’t no fan of eighties
I’m obsessed with memories
I was from a world of glitz
Surrounded by beasts
Social violence and blitz
When the Word is forgotten
The world is forsaken
Our colors are tepid
And difference’s stupid
Yesterday, I was in love
Today, dead is my dove
I have wandered in Cyprus
Of the Courtesan Venus
Not a palm tree, a Cypress
The mourners formed a choir
Scattered the ashes
And broken the dishes
God and silver, quicksilver
Iron, tin, lead and cupper
When seven are one
The catamite is a sod
The Gods of Love
The roses tainted of blood
Grow near to Thy rod
Could have drowned in the flood
Am I queer, or am I odd?
The room seems so clean
Mother has been so mean
Father, Thou art in Heavens
Mother will be dead tomorrow
I’ll pray for your children
And I will spread my sorrow
Saw the wings of a sparrow
Cupid has shot his arrow
The gods of Love, they don’t exist
The gods of war, they do resist
They’re lies! Lies! Lies! I said lies
May they rest in peace
