Our Beloved Tyrant Songtext
von Josh Tillman

Tell me, tell me you don′t mean to say
That you intend to steer this vessel out beyond the breaking waves
You don't expect you′ll spare the lives
Of those who brought you all this way
Your ambling, rambling letters no longer surprise
I was a fool to think Joanna could escape your roving eye
And it's true you strike me as less godlike with no son to crucify
We'll be north of no direction
By the time we find the war
By the time we find the war
Your descent into madness was all of you we had
It took a barrel and three dancers to coerce you back to bed
When you′d come bursting from your quarters with the dagger Daddy held
Our beloved tyrant, no mother and no end
To those of us sworn to prevent your doubtful tales of origin
From falling in among historians who′d love to do you in
We'll be north of no direction
By the time we find the war
By the time we find the war
What you need is a private army
What you need is an hourly girl
Tell me, tell me, tell me, where′s the family priest?
He watched us march the old man stern to bow before the mutiny
Should we divvy up his body now or save him for the feast?