Brad J. Lamb

Final Fantasy, This lamb sells condos

No hope for the village, no hope for the village
There's a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist
He's coloured every surface, he's slapped up a portrait
And yes, it is his own! He's gonna take your home!
Have you seen our visitor? Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage, now there's no hope for the village

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic
Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of construction
Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his computer
And his massive genitals refuse to co-operate;
No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

Can you hear them talking? Listen, listen through the wall:

"Nothing to do, nothing to do
Living rent-free is boring me
Got no use for my P.E. Degree
Got no use for my pedigree"

"I feed you every morning and ask so little
But you belittle all the work all the work that I do
When you take that walk without permission
I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love you
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
Contentment? What's contentment? I am bald and impotent
Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth"