Paroles de Traps, Ensnares

...and He committed Himself to no man because He knew what was in the heart of man... Na, Na, Na beware of traps and snares Mr. Spoke speaks, deadly nightshade In his brainpan Mock aliens breed silent blond zeros of Fresh young flesh Ignore the ghosts of books, they're getting Plastered in Paris Della wears tupperware, and Major-Domo's body politicking in Limo Land Harry Fiasco is gulping down his moral fiber And casts his hard shadow while wearing Those slippery soft supple slippers He's got a plan It's brash and it's bold But there's danger in the fold Hear his command "Don't get old!" Bella Donna she's that poison Eurasian plant Beautiful lady with the blackberry hat Don't pull her finger You don't know where it's been Starts the great tribulation All over and over again It's a persecution loop Curmudgeon in your soup Beware of traps and snares... Beware of traps and snares... Now for the cliffhanger...