This Lamb Sells Condos

No hope for the village

No hope for the village

There's a merchant in our midst

And with a barrel fist

He's coloured every surface

He's slapped up a portrait

And, yes, it is his own

He's gonna take your home

Have you seen our visitor?

Look! Over the treetops!

Newly conjured erections

Are making him a killing

And Richmond St. is illing

So the graduates are willing

To buy in to the pillage

Now there is no hope for the village

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare

And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair

And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress

Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne

Chic

Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of

construction

Now his mind will start to wander when he's not at his

computer

Now his massive genitals refuse to co-operate

And no amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:

Nothing to do, nothing to do

Living rent-free is boring me

Got no use for my PE Degree

Got no use for my pedigree

I feed you every morning and ask so little

Hedi Slimane

But you belittle all the work that I do

And Agnes B

When you take that walk without permission

I'm not content

I'm not defensive, I'm just saying this cause I love

you

I'm not content

You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool

Donna Karan

Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest

Hill

And Kara Saun

Contentment? What contentment? I am bald ad impotent

I'm not content

Is that what it's about? Oh honey, honey, shut your

mouth

I'm not content