All praise to Satan from the savviest sort
I was a baby bastard born of rape
I run a clinic where young babes abort
Im Doctor Mort I fix your close escape
A lady killer can turn jackanape
That fickle father often source of shame
I foist the fetus hammer saw and scrape
Young babes if foolish push aside the blame
The public streets and buildings guide the game
In charismatic animism theyre steeped
Each plaque and sign ascribes a bastard fame
The lack of dynasty too deeply peeped
Necropolis all furnaces and smoke
Ten billion strong in citizens they choke
Chorus smoke fumo rook
