I'm a Gentleman At Heart, But I Eat Sheep Alive
Look at the anxious faces,
Look at what we've created;
Flying machines and rockets,
And we're stuck here on the ground.
I've got quite the act,
It's the center stage talk of the evening,
And I'm dressed to impress,
With a jacket and vest, I make my move.
I swallow sheep whole,
While balancing doves on tight wire,
The crowd goes wild,
I've managed to make a masquerade
Out of my massacre.
This room is a cell.
And I've locked myself in, no, out.
I've come to believe,
There isn't one among you who
Would commit to such daring feats.
What makes you afraid,
To be close to me?
Am I sick and perverse?
Do you think I'd come all this way,
For the sake of intimacy!
Well maybe I would.
I've had my share of pleasure.
It should please you to know,
I've composed a lengthy list of names,
So I won't forget each moan or sigh.
No, I won't forget you dear,
You're at the top of my list.
My biggest of fans.
The curtain falls, the stage is set,
I present to you my final act,
Of chivalry.
And this is the moment we've led up to,
I have you alone in a crowded room.
Your innocence undressed on the white, silk sheets,
All for the sake of a growing routine..
And to top it off, I commence to disappear.
A vanishing act for the cold and bare.
That's the show! I'll see you in a while.
So she freshens up and I leave her with a smile.