Master Plan

Sitting at the table with his pen in his hand Sprouting big ideas for his masterplan But the monkeys just don’t know What they want so he won’t go Chipping away at the less informed With his big fat snout and jowl on the floor When he met a slippery snake And the slippery snake did say Oooh Burn this sorry kingdom to the ground Oooh Ask no questions make no sound Build a castle and make them pay Then you tell them things will be better off this way They’ll sing and cry to the cut-throat King Run for your lives and sell your health Put your faith in swine and serpent They’ll work wondеrs for your wealth And then piggy will start to yell You and mе forgotten in the sun Throw away your future let it run