Triumphant

I look to the sky in expectation To see the elect infect a nation There'll be no more sorrow, No need to beg, steal, or borrow No vague feelings of I'll feed the poor tomorrow No getting on your knees cuz you need to score bro. No diseases, no leases, no fees, just peace it's A dream it seems, a delinquent delusion we doubt Linked to infrequent intrusions of hope, That went out with illusions of an infallible pope. We're not malleable nope Now we'll stand here in confusion of grandeur And we're grandstanding demanding the grand jury Hurry and acquit us and our acquaintances It's just quaint ain't it … how we're certain it's not hurtin anyone When we quit caring, and sit staring at stars, I admit it's quite daring stretch darling but we might be rich seein how far a wretch will reach to catch a farthing leave them starving, but I perceive a starling warbling about a marvelous marble bridge at the edge of these troubled waters, and a table of vegetables for our feeble daughters. It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant Raised in a blaze by the last days' trumpet to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2) We're not over the hump yet, I've seen my fair share of lumps and get stumped by these presumptuous punks who pump themselves full of junk, and jump at a chance to have their advanced adjunct faculties sunk in facile activities, we lay docile in our domicile facilities, I can't even smile at our simplicity, Cuz we're all implicitly a part of the illicit system Of a down syndrome, drones sin in droves, It almost drove me to despair, But then I rose to repair the disparity, With power of the rose of Sharon Who arose that we might share in the hour of Chardonnay Pardon me but may pour you a glass of wine Re-fashioned from the fine shards of the cup of sorrow shattered When all whining is scattered by the grapes of wrath, I'm battered and scrape along the path Till all hate is past, these apes state I'm mad, say my mindstate's a fad, Don't make me laugh last Lest next semester your sequestered And fester in the lake with the rest of the fakin jesters … Incestuous molesters, pesters, false confessors, greedy investors, embezzlers. It won't pay to raise my nose like I'm elegant I'll ride with pride, a trunk of funk like an elephant Raised in a blaze by the last days' trumpet to see the Ump put the umph in triumphant. (X2)