(recording produced (and piano-forte’d) by the magnificent Chris Butler)
This is my opinions speaking:
Their name is “Des.”
It’s a —ing sin to be king,
Everybody says,
But everybody
Bought the
Royal wedding biz,
And the war-preparin’
Everything is fair in
Leading to the home a castle is:
Didn’t want to be a freaking
Army of one:
My name is
LEGION
My name is LEGION.
Choosing not to run on empty,
We run on fumes:
Living with the strength of ten a-
mendments in the tombs,
Or brocialism –
There’s one –
Skeleton of hope:
Gal or maybe guy alone’s
Laying out the dry bones
Gleaming from the parts long turned to soap.
Sitting on the wall with Humpty
can’t make ’em run.
My name is
LEGION
My name is LEGION.
And if it’s all been throwing pearls before swine
I know that I’ve been one or two.
And if we’ll all be heading straight for the brine,
Maybe Jesus w-ell anyway, it’s something to do.
Now we have our jobs and battles
Shipped overseas –
And commerce has a kind of cattle
Saying “pretty please” –
It means where I in
This high and
Piping time of PEACE
I can find release is:
Living in the pieces,
People used to WANT some of these.
Holding out for, after winter,
Actual sun:
MY NAME IS LEGION
MY NAME IS LEGION.