Coward's Song

Conscience is a term used by cowards to keep the great in check
My greatness grows dimmer by the hour
With their teeth sunk in my neck
But lo and behold your hungry boy is rapping at your door
But don’t let him in, no don’t let him in
He’s not your boy any more
I lost my bestest brother to a glitch upon his brain
And though I have another it really ain’t the same
Now the stage lights are dimmed the sets rearranged I’m ready for my scene
But don’t fuck it up, no don’t fluff your lines
Though that’s not quite what I mean
Ah, if I ever go back to London please shoot me in the air
The people there are vampires with their teeth sunk in my neck
But if you see her please say to her that my greatness is undim
But don’t let him in, no don’t let me in
I’m a coward with no conscience
Yeah, don’t let him in, no don’t let me in