Interpret:

Lou Reed

Album:

The Raven

My love 
The king by any other name a pissoir 
You, my love tower over them all 
They are but vermin beneath your heels 
They are monkeys 
Suit them, frame them to your own vision 
But do not let one false word 
Of mockery seep through to your vast heart 
I have seen you from close and afar and your worth 
Far exceeds your height, your width 
The depth of your sorrow 
Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love 
Our linked fortunes 
Our hearts melded together 
Into one fine golden braided finery 
They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves 
With the sordid Miseries of their businesses 
They are not the things of angels 
Nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to 
Your loathsome vomitous 
Businessman king is of the lowest order 
His advisors 
Crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice 
My love 
Dress them in the suits of mockery 
And in their advanced state of stupidity 
And senility 
Burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost 
Which they so much deserve 
If justice on this earth be fleeting 
Let us for once hear the weeping 
And the braying of the businessman king 
Let them be the the orangutans they are 
And set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see 
Hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains 
And petticoats which you will have them wear 
Under the guise of costumic buffoonery 
He who underestimates 
In time is bound to find the truth sublime 
And hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder 
Businessmen 
You're not worth shitting on