The Bishop Lyrics

Sideward stepping
Acid eating
Architechs of Politics
Behind your hover with a glove of power.
Old and frail
Like a picture rail
With a fortune made, there hangs a tale
A Judge should witness if he had the hours

Mandatory beaurocracy
Fattened hog - like burly chassis
Lord and Master of the Working Classes

Eyeless seeing nothing new
Battle weary holding on
Like an old dog with a bone
He'll go on gnawing
Mismanagement, a mental garbage can;
Self punishment
The Lord of teeth and trousers
Back - stabbing rebel rousers.

Wino gourmet
Kipper fillet
Breakfast Boffin
Sending letters to his MP
Hoping someone will eat it.
Press those charges in the morning
You won't get a second warning
Hope you learned your lesson, my boy,
Beat it.

The Cardinal
A red-faced Desperate Dan
A second man the extra on a film set
The filler of his basket.