Sugar/Tzu

Ladies and gentlemen Are you ready for the sporting event of the year? To the thousands in attendance And to the millions watching around the world Let's see some thunder! Posterity will show me to be The greatest the world has ever seen A genius among non-entities The Leadweight clash of the century February 31st, 2163 I was there, but could not see Being a 3 foot 3 superfluous freak Blinded by necks, upper backs and knees Folded fat, flapped by the breeze Sun Sugar, in the red trunks Sun Tzu, in the blue Both ran to the centre of the ring While the rhinestone suit continued to sing Sun Sugar, a simple man, cut from coarse cloth Sun Tzu, seeking strength from a snakeskin broth Weighing in at A six hundred pounds I ran through legs to the front of the crowd And Sun Sugar came over Sun Sugar came over and shook my hand He turned away and I shot him in the back Sun Sugar came over and shook my fuckin' hand He turned away, and I might've shot him in the back As Sun Tzu raised his arms Crowned champ while Sugar bled on No doctor on the scene The audience won Eventually found, I was sentenced to life Spent reading the letters of a million wives Sun Sugar came Wouldn't be shit without me The youngest executioner in tabloid memory