King Of The Dung Heap!

King of the dung heap I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her prince Yes, I'm a shallow no backbone kind of guy I'm a vector a virus a bullet An arrowhead descending Even; now I was really meant to be dead, not rising-up Bubbling-out of this dung pond Larcenous bed bottom or on top I'm in the whites of their eye-sockets malaise revolving I'm in their hearts tears ritually vanquished. I call them mother sister & brother I call them, lover... Or even superimposed my spiritual leader/father But every kiss is a superimposed trigger With another mouthful of life to smother I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her Prince of Wales. Oh she's as shallow as a stainless steel grilled elevator Twenty floors down. High heels red with envy For that lot in their penthouse In their gravity free-zone helter-skelter Yes, she too is a vector a bullet An arrowhead a Flintstone new kind of girl No longer dissenting, true I'd of liked to Have been a string-less bow with not an arrow I'd have liked to have been that hollowed-out barrel Chamber drilled slightly askew with a flower held within. I'd rather have been that than some silver bullet Teetering on its way through alone pacifist skull Squirming wiz-bang is that lobotomy, nearly done But I'm now King of the dung heap I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles I prefer buxom page 3 girls with very few morals Dreaming someday, they'll find their prince of fairy tales Yes, I'm a shallow no backbone kind of Hector I'm a vector a virus a bullet An arrowhead descending Even; though I never meant to rise-up Bubble-out of this dung pond larcenous bed I'm in the whites of their eye-sockets malaise revolving I'm in their hearts tears ritually vanquished. I call them mother sister & my ignoble brother I call them, lover… Or even my superimposed chairman Mao leader/father But every kiss is a superimposed trigger With another mouthful of life to smother I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her Prince of Wales. I'm as shallow as that stainless steel grilled elevator Twenty floors down doing something to her, her on the basement floor Oh I'll also fill my boots with envy For that lot in their penthouse Gravity free-zone helter-skelter But yes they too are a vector a bullet An arrowhead, Flintstone new kind of guy No longer dissenting true I'd of liked to Have been a string-less bow with not an arrow I'd have liked to have been that hollowed-out barrel Chamber drilled slightly off-key with a flower in its pipe hole. I'd rather have been that than them or some silver bullet Teetering on its way through alone pacifist skull Squirming wiz-bang is that my lobotomy nearly-done But because know I'm the king of the dung heap I've got better things to do than eat horse meat And or lying down with ambergris for ankles I've given up having scruples and tardy loose fitting morals Look into my eyes there like two new drilled oil wells. Because now, I'm the new king of the dung heap! I'm the king of the dung heap! The king of the dung heap! I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her prince Yes, I'm a shallow no backbone kind of guy I'm a vector a virus a bullet An arrowhead descending Even; now I was really meant to be dead, not rising-up Bubbling-out of this dung pond Larcenous bed bottom or on top I'm in the whites of their eye-sockets malaise revolving I'm in their hearts tears ritually vanquished. I call them mother sister & brother I call them, lover… Or even superimposed my spiritual leader/father But every kiss is a superimposed trigger With another mouthful of life to smother I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her Prince of Wales. Oh she's as shallow as a stainless steel grilled elevator Twenty floors down. High heels red with envy For that lot in their penthouse In their gravity free-zone helter-skelter Yes, she too is a vector a bullet An arrowhead a Flintstone new kind of girl No longer dissenting, true I'd of liked to Have been a string-less bow with not an arrow I'd have liked to have been that hollowed-out barrel Chamber drilled slightly askew with a flower held within. I'd rather have been that than some silver bullet Teetering on its way through alone pacifist skull Squirming wiz-bang is that lobotomy, nearly done But I'm now King of the dung heap I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles I prefer buxom page 3 girls with very few morals Dreaming someday, they'll find their prince of fairy tales Yes, I'm a shallow no backbone kind of Hector I'm a vector a virus a bullet An arrowhead descending Even; though I never meant to rise-up Bubble-out of this dung pond larcenous bed I'm in the whites of their eye-sockets malaise revolving I'm in their hearts tears ritually vanquished. I call them mother sister & my ignoble brother I call them, lover… Or even my superimposed chairman Mao leader/father But every kiss is a superimposed trigger With another mouthful of life to smother I've had enough of eating horse meat Lying down with ambergris for ankles Dreaming someday, she'll find her Prince of Wales. I'm as shallow as that stainless steel grilled elevator Twenty floors down doing something to her, her on the basement floor Oh I'll also fill my boots with envy For that lot in their penthouse Gravity free-zone helter-skelter But yes they too are a vector a bullet An arrowhead, Flintstone new kind of guy No longer dissenting true I'd of liked to Have been a string-less bow with not an arrow I'd have liked to have been that hollowed-out barrel Chamber drilled slightly off-key with a flower in its pipe hole. I'd rather have been that than them or some silver bullet Teetering on its way through alone pacifist skull Squirming wiz-bang is that my lobotomy nearly-done But because know I'm the king of the dung heap I've got better things to do than eat horse meat And or lying down with ambergris for ankles I've given up having scruples and tardy loose fitting morals Look into my eyes there like two new drilled oil wells. Because now, I'm the new king of the dung heap! I'm the king of the dung heap! The king of the dung heap!