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Gurgle and Coup (Live at Thee Parkside, March 6, 2009) (click for MP3 file)

Have a cigar,
A miracle that’s so mundane:
As rare as dirt,
Another birth, another day.

Your helplessness is a deception;
Your innocence ain’t foolin’ me!

Hard fought and won,
It’s all I’ve done, and it’s all mine.
Now here you come,
A tiny one, with giant eyes.

For you, the flower of youth is blossoming;
Scrap-heap of History for me.

You pound your booty on the podium;
You vow to one day bury me.
You want détente, until you grow formidable,
But I’ll strike first, and crush you while you’re weak.

Gurgle and coup--
D’etat, that’s you, and I’m the state:
Older and slow,
You’ll overthrow, I’ll go away.

But I’ll be standing by your cradle,
Prepared to thwart your destiny.

You pound your booty on the podium;
You vow to one day bury me.
You want détente, until you grow formidable,
But I’ll strike first, and crush you while you’re weak.