The Three Shadows Part 2

Oh classic gentlemen

Say your prayers

To the wind of prostitution

To your faces and Rex complexes

Riddle my breast

Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish

That you surround, all around

And you man, will always point

Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist

Because I always exist

Damn good too

The rat race begins

The fat face stings

I hold the fresh pink baby

With a smile

I slice off those rosy cheeks

Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes

Riddle my closed bloated breast