Master of Disaster

Having breakfast at the pool Another boring day What's the matter with the world Crying just for peace Taking care of business War for sale Rebellion is his fad Nowhere in this fucking world crisis looming Ghaddy don't fall asleep Calling all around

Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds Along the river outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around