Do not flatter this Blockhead Lord
He may wear fine robes
But he doesn’t know a thing of Zen
and the futures he reads in crystal globes
hey Blockhead!
build me a Temple instead
of this old cleric
rock you to sleep in the bed
you made for me
you may be a Lord
But you know not
what this third crow bought
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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