Mr. Walker
Took his scooter downtown
And though I had nothing to offer
He still showed me around
Mr. Walker
Has no use for a belt
He says some people are problems
But I knew that myself
He wants all the things
Fit for
All the coaches and kings
You don't go f*cking up someone's liberty
Just to unf*ck up yours
Mr. Walker
Calls the Italians wops
I heard the Irish are pig shit
He said: now you're catching on
Mr. Walker
Didn't come for a month
But when he gets near the children
It's like my brain turns to mush
I mean he didn't show up
So we danse macabre
Into infinity
Like self-dying bots
Of stupidity
She said: the twist to all of this...
Freedom fits in any cage you wish
Mr. Walker
Took me back to his cave
And he said
This is where I do my best work
With my centaur's brain
Mr. Walker
Said he'd come again
And give rise to a franchise
That would signal the end