Modern Idiot - Zapruder

Put your clammy palms in the air

to dance it is the hour

Yet another body to devour

glorious sexual uproar

Just like a roman senator

With a mouthful of grapes

Shake your floggid body

For a hundred and twenty days

Our bodies are clutching

Far from the ecstasy of kissing

The scrambling for Narcissus' spoils

You call desire

Modern idiot, Useful idiot

Selling man out on the market

Pleading plead freedom

Dirty freedom to defile

scattered doubt of majority rule

(Your) automatic shield will not protect you

Now you can feel how much I desire you

Now the worms can feed

And now it’s fools' time

You’ve got to know

And now it’s fools' time, fools' time

Our bodies are raw