An old dying king to name successor:
Likely, his first son, a feared oppressor;
Even, the speed of his new kompressor,
Quick prayers to God, The Intercessor,
His name for three full hours Mind Changer.
“Don’t let the king enthrone Long Ranger,
Who has been to us Happy Stranger:
A prince proud to be dog in a manger!
And should Long Ranger emerge the King
In his ears, Russia’s new bullets shall sing.
Courtiers and guards might round him form a ring
But sure he will be collecting the thing!
I wish I knew what to expect
When I spread my wings and leave the nest
I wish I knew the time of death
When I would take my last breath
I wish I could say I have no regrets
But to so many people I owe a debt
I look in the mirror and I see a stranger
This man I see Is just a dog in a manger
I ask myself what have I become
From being one of the greats to just a bum
I take two steps forward but three steps back
Just like an addict trying to get off crack
And just when I think that I've made it out
They step on my little camp fire and put it out
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