Fungal Jungle Justice Songtext
von Some Grow Young

Sly was the dog that tricked your tribe
Stole the seed, licked the bribe
Dry was the log that burned your bra
Lashed the slave, bent the Tzar
Valour in your servitude
Play the maid, fuck the prude
Sell her in her Sunday nude
Oil the skin, frame the mood

But I know what you want
And I know why you hold your love
And I know why you′re stoned
To save some face, to slave some grace...


Deep in the heart of a jungle town
Laud the lamb, crown the clown
The cheap come apart like a preacher's smile
Imitate, last a while
Level in your polar view
Old the mold, shaping skew
Revel in your role anew
Loud the crowd calling you

But I know what you want
And I know why you hold your love
And I know why you′re stoned
To save some face, to slave some grace...

By your light I always grew
A farther vision, formed into
Few will lead, I'm here in command
Hard decision – where to stand?
I'm bitter...

Tanned in the flames of a temple fire
Sat the Son, in rake attire
Branding a name on a heathen hide
Write the right, seek inside
A savage in your Karma rears
Fate abates, fault appears
Ravaging your calmer fears
Sharp the teeth, point the spears


But I know what you want
And I know why you hold your love
And I know why you′re stoned
To save some face, to slave some grace...

By your light I always grew
A farther vision, formed in two
Few will lead, I′m here, is it done?
Cold you froze, I rose a gun

And I felt you when you blurred up ahead
Tore the time to trail the dead
And I'd brawl you all, I′m so indiscreet
Sold the gold to gorge the beast

Who will lead? I'm here in command
Hard decision gone as planned
I′m better...