Rosemary's Baby

Rosemary’s baby incarnated He lives from day to day And he is well anticipated To blow the world away How come that he is real? Ask me another question I know how you must feel About his reign direction He’s not a baby anymore Although to some extent He still is, with his senseless war That seems to have no end A soul more hollow than a stem Of reed in Dartmoor’s mire Is driven by the devil’s plan To set the world on fire The other day I passed on by Rosemary’s baby castle walls And from the Bridge of Last Goodbye I watched the languid tourist boats The sun shone of the domes of gold The devil’s men inside Were praying to their bloody god “Why wouldn’t you just die?” Rosemary’s baby laughs at them On their death wish he thrives He’s well aware that he’s damned This keeps him still alive So what we have to do with that I guess the only way Would be to kill him like a rat With all his men array.