PROPHECY
Another fortune sought, this time it’s Eddie in The Pool
And with Rose, there’s no holds barred as before
“Your destiny and your father’s life both rest in your hands
And what you do with your mother will rock you to your core”.
Thinking she means Mom and Pop gets Eddie in a state
His parents surely don’t deserve this fate
How on earth can this come to pass, they’ve been so good to me
Patricide and matrophilia, too grim to contemplate.
How can I go home?
Got to get out of here, before this story’s allowed to unfold
Got to get out of here This grim account that Rose foretold
Got to get out of here I can’t accept God’s dice is rolled
Got to get out of here, before destiny and fate take hold
It’s road rage at a roundabout, that rears its ugly head
There’s a rowdy Audi driver, he sees red
Both stop, they argue, and so begins “The Dance”
Testosterone is flying, Alpha males, macho stance.
There’s a weird familiarity that’s fueling this contempt
As Louie squares up to Eddie, and psyches him out
Oblivious to the cameras but The Eye in The Sky sees all
As hammers and tongs are flying, in and around about.
Why can’t I go home?
Got to get out of here Eddie threw Louie a quick one-two.
Got to get out of here There’s no back down as the tension grew
Got to get out of here the insults fly and another fuse blew
Got to get out of here as the Ultra-violences ensue.
Evolution deems that fitness triumphs every time.
The denouement to this gruesome pantomime
Is the inevitable outcome at the end of the day.
Finally, slain by his son, there Louie lay.
Now can I go home?