The Man Who Would Be King
Mogambo, the new world in
Motion picture entertainment
Mogambo, unforgettable adventure in
Untamed Africa
Africa, known for centuries as
The white man's graveyard
The heat and fury of the jungle tears
The veneer of civilization from these women
No holds are barred as they fall in love
With a man who lives for adventure
Facing existential threats, my advice
Kill ‘em dead
No regrets, the devil's rejects writ large
Observe the precepts of a benevolent god
Blue-eyed Prometheans in the
Heart of darkness
Land of the monsters walk like
Quetzalcoatl amongst the conquered dick hard
Put myself in the stars
His woman in the dirt
Face down, ass up, doing God's work
Go native, the world is yours
(It's mine, it's mine, it's mine)
The sound of Maxim's gun still sends
A chill up my spine
Empire of the Sun, never sets
A Christian's duty is never done
You can bet on significant
Returns to all shareholders
King Solomon's mines
Just give me a hundred experienced soldiers
The knowledge of good and evil
Sweet nothings whispered by cobras
Useless baubles given to greedy chiefs
Lies told with the practiced ease
Of an old thief
When they hung the poor nigga
I felt a certain relief
Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought
Watch sloth and heathen folly bring
All your hopes to nought
Gold ill-gotten with guts and
Gleaming Martin-Henry Guns
With that holy trinity
Who can argue my divinity under two red suns
Return like Kipling's dead son
Summoned by monkey paw
A thousand Philistines slain with
A donkey's jaw gave them the rule of
Law, schools, roads, jobs, Clothed and shod
Still, they fled to the land of Nod
Eden's East, upon his brow, Mark of the Beast
Empire fat like a cow
Slaughtered for the feast
The stink of a Jackal's teeth
The gears of war get greased
Ground 'em down to raw meat
Whites of the eyes, limpet mines
An Apartheid of the mind
Brittania's corpse exhumed
Hair and nails still growing
Dr livingstone I presume
Blood River still flowing
The forest inexorably growing
As Kinshasa crumbles
The dreams of Romans drowned
Out by Nyiragongo's rumble
Take up your burden, the savage wars of peace
Fill full the mouth of famine
And bid the sickness cease
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought
Watch sloth and heathen folly bring
All your hopes to nought