I should be quiet about my muse

If it just passed through me I wouldn't like it so much.
Naturally unpredictable i 'd play at the speed of thought
Apolitical hence guiltless, between jew and gypsy
Peddling misdemenors against humanity.

I'd rattle off lists of exiles 
With the taste of bacon in my mouth
Orbiting the ashes, a young photographer 
Stalked by the wake of a legal expert

And I'll convince you of anything
First the butt thing then eugenics
While the drugs talk back to us
Of the responsibility of being poor

Life demands more then god can deliver