Praying Mantis

Warrior Queens pull on my heart strings
And I pray eating bread on a bus in sacred sunbeams
All this crazy shit I'm seeing
Getting drunk and then even trying to sing ...

Praying like the Praying Mantis
Like Mike the Bum, Joe the Shaman, or Sally the Witch
Or my disgruntled mother with a nervous twitch
I'm a dirty little bastard, full-time son of a bitch,
They call my tribe and family "He not rich"

I don't aspire to be a miserable royal prick
Fuck the Slave Patrol, I won't be cracking the whip
I would rather starve than pledge allegiance to Chief Little Dick
Those ambitious kings and captains make me sick
Witness these brainwaves sparking like a bionic Bic

Tell Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain, and what's his name Huck Finn
This Praying Mantis was born in madness,
I wasn't born in sin.

I would rather vest up than carry a gun
We have just begun, this is Logan's Run
Get out of my way, stop blocking the Sun!
Don't cut out my brain just for having some fun
Have some respect for the chosen one ...

[I couldn't resist ... It's like freakin' PI]
[Not many people will wonder why when we die]
[I wonder if we'll float up in the sky]
[Or sink down into the mud, serve as a meal for the flies ...]