"LITTLE LION"
In the Kingdom of Righteousness, you held the throne
You were wise as a prophet and sound as a stone
A tower of flame rising up from the ground
To devour and defame all the youngbloods around you
I was shocked and chagrined, shattered and broken-hearted
To find us my friend so far from where we started
The smallest offense and you clamored to see me
strung up in the air like a dead Mussolini
So what good have you done with your moral marauding?
Your dogs are all dead and their corpses are rotting
And all that remains of your wasted devotion
Is buried in lead at the bottom of the ocean