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.
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