Bashibazouks - Momus

Everything’s continuously flying away to hell

Because of the stupidity of people

Idiocy hurts, and if idiots went to church

This would be their fucking cathedral

I’m at the ATM, and coming out instead of cash

Is a wedge of pigeon feathers and saliva mixed with ash

What’s happening in Little England is becoming clear:

They are dealing with the problem of evil

The pillywink and thumbiken are making their return

Along with every other type of screw

I am paying at the pump the price for some pamphlet of hate-spew

Published back in 1692

I wouldn’t call these people «people», more like feral sheep

Slobs and yobbos, bozos, drunks and devils

Gimlet-eyed bully herds, sneering little creeps

Fustylugs and fungus-sniffers, driggle-draggle, gasbag-lovers

Drate-pokes and their gnashgabs

Klazomaniacs, loitersacks and quisbies, whiffle-whaffle, muckspouts and

roiderbanks

Snoutbrigands, scobberlotchers, sorners, and the raggabrashing rabble

Knuckle-dragging bashibazouks

April is regarding me with curious concern

I’ve been land-surveying Greenland on the Streetview

And May demands to know if I would like to clipe my neighbours up

For half-a-crown of billyballoo

My boss requests a Facebook chat while I am on the toilet seat

Brushing up upon my rusty evil

What’s happening here in Little England is becoming clear

They are dealing with the devil