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Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.
Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.

His large nose
senses no mystical realm,
no god, no hope,
no aroma of love.

With dulled senses he stumbles
'cross small divides,
never seizing the day,
never reaching for stars.

He cannot adjust his lifelong habits
to forestall disaster.
The assailant will surely
snatch away all.

Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.
Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.

His attitude stinks.
His muscles are atrophied.
His mind is anemic.
He is unable and unwilling to embrace his neighbors.

He is an automaton who spins out his days
in grief,
in despair,
incommunicado.

He is an easy mark, a sitting duck,
to be bagged and diced,
skewered and fried,
consumed and regurgitated.

Lord, help the man.
Lord, help the man.
Lord!

Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.
Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.

Does a mother weep?
Does a beggar sleep?
Is the child frail
from a lack of ale?

Are your nails too long
to play this song?
Do the wicked win
or do they lose with Satan?

Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.
Dominus proboscis. Dominus proboscis.

Music ©2007 Ed Zamorano, www.reverbnation.com/ezamor
Lyrics and vocals ©2006 Richard Schletty, www.schlettysound.com