אנטי כריסט
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My spare time getting out of hand
You could see me at museums, staring at frames, Complaining my country had burst into flames I’ll sip on my wine, and point out deception, Of anyone who fails to grasp my conception I’ll mourn my utopia, with refinement and grace, Being careful as to keep on a serious face Consuming with passion, the cake on my plate, I’ll condemn my society’s ill-fated state As they pass out the tray, I will make my donation ‘For the African nation’ I will later on mention. While you’re walking away, I’ll wave you farewell And state that your name - never rang any bell. H-)
You could see me at museums, staring at frames, Complaining my country had burst into flames I’ll sip on my wine, and point out deception, Of anyone who fails to grasp my conception I’ll mourn my utopia, with refinement and grace, Being careful as to keep on a serious face Consuming with passion, the cake on my plate, I’ll condemn my society’s ill-fated state As they pass out the tray, I will make my donation ‘For the African nation’ I will later on mention. While you’re walking away, I’ll wave you farewell And state that your name - never rang any bell. H-)