Testo di Boylover James

James was a boylover But that was the least of his sins He was just a random shepherd Sent on a holy mission Installed as a governor In a distant banana republic With so many boygirls Amongst his ministers James felt like a real tsar The poor aborigines Loved him as their own They even build him a monument He spent his days In mountains of snow Oh James, you're closer to God The blood had spread Into the living room They found him Strangled in the bathroom Both of his arms severed His eyes forever open Poor brother James I can't hear you weep As you walk behind him He's dead, he's dead Poor brother James He's dead. He's dead Boylover james He's dead!