Suit and tie, hold your bottle
You can try, to break it
Exercise all the caution, you can find.
Angry king, how you doin’?
Kiss the ring, you surmise.
Avoid all mad contact, with his eyes. No surprise.
Reach inside, find your courage.
Open wide, find your spine.
Choose your words with discretion, expose the lies.
Do not ssss-stutter.
Do not whine.
Hope he is well fed and does not decide, or care to...
Shoot the raven
Shoot the mark
Shoot the raven
Better kiss the ring of the oligarch
Shoot the raven
Shoot the lamb
Shoot the raven
Never met a king with a clean hand.
Redefine, how you suffer.
Draw a line, in the sand.
Grasp his cohones deftly, in your hand.
Do not wait, or dither.
Do not berate, or deride
Just drive your point home, before he decides to...
Shoot the raven
Shoot the mark
Shoot the raven
Better kiss the ring of the oligarch
Shoot the raven
Shoot the lamb
Shoot the raven
Never met a king with a clean hand
You’re a shadow
You’re a flicker
You’re a glimmer
You’re a ghost
You’re a vestige
You’re a banchee
You’re a Spector
You’re a wraith
Shoot the raven
Shoot the mark
Shoot the raven
Better kiss the ring of the oligarch
Shoot the raven
Shoot the lamb
Shoot the raven
Never met a king with a clean hand
Lyrics by John Berry