world of gossiping landlords
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:21 am
their crazy world is always in peril
and land-locked factories keep spilling out
cute killer robots with poisonous lipstick.
Spies in silk ties talk into their cuff links,
go-go dance with bikini-clad informants,
and chase a triangular bearded, laughing bad boy
everyday. Its their job.
They drink countless bloody marys,
fight off those cute killer robots,
and hang over snake pits
as that triangular bearded bad lad explains
the who, what, where, when and why
of his latest evil plan. Spies never wonder
why a few gulps of GBH turn them
into human fountains after they've been shot.
They never wonder about anything;
they're to busy trying to catch the bad boys
once and for all. He's the mastermind
behind those sinister land-locked factories
(he's trying to take over the world, you know).
How the spies hate his his low chuckle,
so vicious, so knowing.
Sometimes, late at night, that chuckle
becomes the soundtrack of their nightmares-
torturous, treacle slow images
of business meetings, flat tires,
runny noses, lawnmowers, tacky blazers
and hot blood drooling
from razor nicks.
and land-locked factories keep spilling out
cute killer robots with poisonous lipstick.
Spies in silk ties talk into their cuff links,
go-go dance with bikini-clad informants,
and chase a triangular bearded, laughing bad boy
everyday. Its their job.
They drink countless bloody marys,
fight off those cute killer robots,
and hang over snake pits
as that triangular bearded bad lad explains
the who, what, where, when and why
of his latest evil plan. Spies never wonder
why a few gulps of GBH turn them
into human fountains after they've been shot.
They never wonder about anything;
they're to busy trying to catch the bad boys
once and for all. He's the mastermind
behind those sinister land-locked factories
(he's trying to take over the world, you know).
How the spies hate his his low chuckle,
so vicious, so knowing.
Sometimes, late at night, that chuckle
becomes the soundtrack of their nightmares-
torturous, treacle slow images
of business meetings, flat tires,
runny noses, lawnmowers, tacky blazers
and hot blood drooling
from razor nicks.
