Sir Philanderer from Inskees by Stickee

[Verse 1]
He was full of magic
And he put the birds to sleep
They say he dressed in white
When they fall, bodies will scream

The irony is blurred
Yet his mission was obeyed
A whisper spreads within himself
As he claims another maid

[Verse 2]
He ran a marathon
Through a thousand enemies
The maidens rallied towards him
To celebrate his rule of thee

Blood was his sword's drink
Himself drinks from grool and slime
Blessed are the useless
For their flesh be on plates tonight

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
Never has a reason
They say he won't get away
But, if you listen to his words
He'd always be back the next day

Killing was his job
And mating was his thing
30,000 gone in a week
If he's criticized in vain

• Rock
• disappointment
• in your face
• singer-songwriter
• Kansas City