2 King of the Beautiful cockroach

High on the hilltop
High on the razor's edge
High in this triumphal aisle
Deep in the mire
In the jungle of night
We're dancing near the danger zones
Amongst the healer dealers
We celebrate the coronation of my tristesse
Drogs world's dining
While the sun is shining
Lazy, I'm lazy
While the sun is shining
And early in the morning
I sneak my way back
To a beautiful bed
That's my life
I'm never too early
That's how it is
I believe in my law
Don't ask why
Or I'll kill you by my true confession
Drogs world's dining
While the sun is shining
Lazy, I'm lazy
While the sun is shining
All I do is asking
Always too fast
My question too hungry
Where is Jesus
Sir, where is God, sir
I need a father to look up to
God is your father
But he was never there
Never to please
Decay of essence
Sense and ethics passed by
And made me very tired
Sit on me
Sit on me
Just sit on me
Sit on me
The smell of man piss
Every corner
This is no moral tale
The pleasures of sex
Feralized by decadence
An homage to eccentric
I'm lazy
My arms and legs are willing
But my body loves the chair too much