Agents of the sun
This first appeared on the Pregnant boy cd, and is a rollicking train-crash
of a song to perform live.
The eunuch agenderless, Ha?,
Agents of the sun.
Claim their brilliance, benefits everyone.
Walking without shadows,
But shadows where deeds are done.
Gives granite haemophilia,
Saying “ think of your son”.
Offer things full,
but deliver on empty.
Chanting many have much,
In the land of the plenty.
Eager competition,
to be the top twenty.
Say it’s sour grapes when they say,
“You resent me”.
Permissions never granted,
we say “take what you can get”.
Have we asked the sun,
Well it hasn’t said no to us yet.
Fury and frustrated, you say
“who do you represent?”
Well we’ve loved all the dictators,
that we’ve ever meet.
It’s all flexible when we say,
“We say it’s the truth”.
The subject sidestepped,
When asked to offer proof.
You beg a question,
So we bend the truth.
Bail out the basement,
cos there’s holes in the roof.
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