All the kings you know,
don't you know they're no kings at all?
I've fallen to live and bring the fall, so attention all,
give it here, hear my Mama dear sing with Her eyes alight:
"Moon Hare, bring silver lining from Mine tear
to quell all their fears tonight"
I'm Sam's Son, He loved a Woman,
Her name was Mother Mercy,
now I'm Gregree not Percy
but listen here, a trio of Rael, Gabriel and Peter
just handed Pan this sledgehammer,
the timbre of my voice is designed to trigger
the paradigm pineal popcorn,
children, you've outgrown your spiritual pampers,
pass that grass to me Malachi
and get high with the Relic, I'm the King Owl
I'm telling the Pelican to get the hell outta here
cause I don't like it's big mouth
All the kings you know,
don't you know they're no kings at all?
I've fallen to live and bring the fall, so attention all,
give it here, hear my Mama dear sing with Her eyes alight:
"Moon Hare, bring silver lining from Mine tear
to quell all their fears tonight"
My Falcon crown emanating Revelation,
what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down,
it's your girl on my astounding pecker,
it can magically fork like a snake tongue,
think I'll take dat ass and double dick her,
I giggle cause you can't figure me out
cause I'm Pan, the Morning Star and you are figurines
playing out this plan of insanity,
the spell I cast is of the highest caste,
Set, I was given the task of truth
which filling up that empty casket with you
All the kings you know,
don't you know they're no kings at all?
I've fallen to live and bring the fall, so attention all,
give it here, hear my Mama dear sing with Her eyes alight:
"Moon Hare, bring silver lining from Mine tear
to quell all their fears tonight"
A tisket, a tasket,
Eshu lifts a red and black mask in the Pines
where the snow falls in flakes of shining gold,
glowing all the way down like crowned lightning-bugs,
they shrug like the darkness as it's bidding the day goodbye,
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello,
I'm on an already won tour, I'm the Mahatma Pan,
not Morello but Oh God, how I enrage the machine,
I bob and weave and raise the roof
from right under the noses of those nincompoops
All the kings you know,
don't you know they're no kings at all?
I've fallen to live and bring the fall, so attention all,
give it here, hear my Mama dear sing with Her eyes alight:
"Moon Hare, bring silver lining from Mine tear
to quell all their fears tonight"
I'm your Number One with a bullet,
back like a mullet,
God's got a loaded Gregree complex
and I sure don't blame Him/Her,
have you met the Baphomet monster?
Enter the Tabernacle,
on the slab is the tale of the Apple
that grew into a Peach at the end of the story,
I'm friends with the Furies,
They help me see when my sight's getting blurry,
those fools are gettin' worrisome
cause I got game like a Foosball tournament
won by Wooderson,
I wear the Soul Hoodie of the Cobra Kahn
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