This circus tamer – a nasty fellow Horrendous drunkard and moody bile fiend Unleashed his temper onto his subjects The morning after he thus would speak to them
“Hark! Villains, I will grind your bones to dust, And with your blood and it I`ll make a paste; And of the paste a coffin I will rear, And make two pasties of your shameful heads!”
He’d starve and beat’em, he’d spit and curse’em To excess use he would put his stinging whip His rage and anger, uncontrolled malice Have turned against him – god’s treacherous deceit
One early morning the cleaner found him His corpse ripped open and drained of all his blood To the menagerie she then proceeded Cages all empty – all carnivores were gone
Wrath, anger and spite Mould into one Alloy of evil Fangs ripping and sharp Slice flesh apart Tear it to peaces Beast hiding within Reared in hell Woken from slumber Angst, fear, and pain - a trio of hate Equation of murder
The hungry tigers Feast on his body A jungle revenge - Eye for an eye!!!