How Lester Lost His Wife (Pocket remix)

First there was the 'fable of the bull'

Told by the picador

Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core

An apple core an apple core an apple

Core an apple core an apple

Next our minds were supping up the horrors

That our vicious master's whip

Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip

Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly

Hip wickedly hip wickedly

I had to don a disguise to see her slinking through

The snaky hallways to her chamber

I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision

Of she and It engaged in defiling of the sacred

In an instant her face became so plaintive

And I watched as she transformed

Into the Black Amaranth

The Black Amaranth (x3)

The next morning I espied

In a window framed in brass

The story of her condemnation

Portrayed in the stained glass

In the stained glass

In the stained glass in the stained

Glass in the stained glass in the stained

Glass