I won't flow like a poem, as it will be put to music. FRIEND OF LIONS You’ll find me in the odeum, Singing to the Romans, Well I always end up here. You know you’ve known it all along, I’ve been cooking with the capsicum, I see it’s bringing you to tears. Well get up and go now. Another parable will end today. You’ve got me standing on the scaffold. It always seems to end his way. You can call it lover’s paradigm, Yeah you got here right on time. My answer might be cynical, My words are acid; you are lime. I’m in the coliseum, With a quiverful of ire. I am singing with the lions. Well I wonder can you see them, Their ochre eyes see you. You are all alone. We were a softly spoken fallacy, Next to you, the grass was green. I am empirical, I am irrational. You wanted something in between.
