Shockocracy - Pompeii

The year was Seven Nine AD
That's when Pompeii went, seems to me
Covered in lava, preserved to be
A lesson to all of us you see
My mommy was attacked at Seven-Nine
And if you think I think it's fine
My folks turn water to wine
And I'll keep on yelling 'bout your crime
My enemies can all die in a fire
What do you mean? you, shocked, inquire
I'm the world's master of satire
And I'll burn you alive inside my ire
Now I don't have any enemies you see
When you're before the Throne with me
I already earned my wings you see
So you dummies better wise up: let me be
I'm short, I'm old, sometimes my breath stinks
And I don't care what no one thinks
You shouldn't bully up no shrinks
We're known for tossing you into our clinks
I hoped you like my song about Pompeii
Attack Mom at seventy-nine I say
Go take this silver, some small pay
And then, my friend, you'll have to go away

Written by:
Randolph Shipon

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