A Moat You Can Stand In

They'll slap you on the face with their glove

They'll dip you in the pitcher of their bloodshot love

Look at 'em, standing staid in their ridiculous robes

While I stand in your moat

Have you ever thought that all their distain

Was just a saucer eyed child shrinking from the food chain?

All their disapproving good Friday fixed grins

Were effortlessly wrong about most everything

Time where I'm from lumbers on

The guilty ain't got no idea that they're time will come

They're sinners, they're saints and they state which in boasts

You can stand in their moat

I can stand in your moat

They're ranting and raving, how bad can things get

Man the sideshow's always louder than the main event

More ambitious than a virgin newly widowed

Duty bound as a tourist in Rome

The prosecution's trebling and the padre's backpedaling

But a rest just seems more likely than a stint

While back at Free Market Mint the atom smashers warp the press

But can't confess to anyone downwind

'Cause they're sleepwalking tall, rich or poor

From silk broadsheets down to tabloid floors

And they'll be up in their keep making toasts to some creep

While I'm stripping down to my smalls

I can stand in your moat

New research proves that it's fair

To see insults as nothing but snares

History has shown life is short then you die

I'm arse deep in their moat once I find the time

It's cold on the outside they say

But the cold keeps you clear while the heat leaves a haze

They should take a cool dip in the shade of their walls

With the lily pads tickling their face

Bad good luck caught them unaware

There ain't no immortality there

Yet I squint from my lunch to the metal screech and Sun

Of the street and I'm lighter than air

I can stand in your moat

Nothing needs reforming more than anyone else

They'll tell you while they conjure your plight

All of them old men just line their pockets with fear

Then make you greedy when your money gets tight

But if their brains were a gut it'd sound like a swamp

Being so starved and bereft of a song

And when the quick fox of reason gets into their brunch

Thou doth protest way too fucking much

Don't let 'em abuse you, don't let 'em use you

Like a saddle for their high high horse

If life means more to you than a grave with a view

Then it probably means you're on course

And you know

You can stand in their moat

I can stand in your moat