Slip into the queue,
You distort, my values.
Too scared I might fail,
And hammer in, the last nail...
Feet up on my seat,
I can feel, your conceit.
A piece of my mind,
If I could find, a little spine...
The world's come undone,
Now that Cat’s Got your tongue?
You could fix it all,
If you'd just grow some balls...
Must you talk so loud?
Broadcast to your captive crowd.
I could shout you down,
If I'd stand, on higher ground.
Wander 'cross my path,
I can see the aftermath.
Should I push you down,
And give in to my twisted crown?
Lyrics by John Berry