A Magic Bag
William likes his suffering
All the attention, love it brings
Club to club, he revels 'round
Another fool for the lost and found
William is a serious guy
Carries a sword by his side
Tied with twine to a ragged string
His idea of a wedding ring
A magic bag suddenly appears
Plastic straws like rabbit ears
Carved bone dice roll across the bed
He took his coat, covered up his head
And to his made-up gods, he cried
"Give me another place to hide"
William likes his many friends
Lives his life to meet their ends
Do they like his whimpering
Or tire of the lies he sings?
William balks at reality
I don't like the sun he preens
Wanders the forest with his offering
A black crow, the gift he brings
Builds the bonfire, a wickerman
Dance 'round the bodies in a happy trance
A magic bag suddenly appears
Plastic straws like rabbit ears
Carved bone dice roll across the bed
He took his coat, covered up his head
And to his made-up gods, he cried
"Give me another place to hide"
William likes his many friends
Lives his life to meet their ends
William likes his suffering
All the attention, love it brings
Club to club, he revels 'round
Another fool for the lost and found
William is a serious guy
Carries a sword by his side
Tied with twine to a ragged string
His idea of a wedding ring