Napoleon's Palace

We're all going down
To Napoleon's palace
Eyeballing God from the second floor
We get a little higher
We'll all come together
And wonder what the hell
We all came here for

We'll put a tap on the clabbergrinder nightly
Squeeze out all the turbulent disease
Roll up on tomorrow ever so slightly
Roll the fucker up and sell it to the Japanese

Talk about it over dinner on the boardwalk
Underneath the branches of the trouble tree
Chugglelug sweet brandy from a cornkeg
Unbuckle all our anxieties

We'll ride the donkey down into our dethronement
Slip a diaper on the president of Rome
Disqualify vivaldi in a spasm
Kick Kentucky in the ass until we're home

Sink inside a Chinese flounder like an earthworm
Burn our wallets at the stake and make a snack
Troubleshoot our babyteeth above a biscuit
Substitute our tutti frutti for a pound of babyback