Philharmonics

Philharmonics
Guess who died, last night
In grey stockings, in all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine
He fell down, just to drown
In a sea of delight
To tame champagne
And creatures of the night
As the water took him over
Filled his lungs inside out
I sold his gold
For flowers and rice
Speaking fire, he would hire
Pawns and peasants just like me
To feed upon the conquered ones
But now we are free