James was a boylover
but that was the least of his sins
he was just a random shepard
sent on a holy mission
installed as a governor
in a distant banana republic
with so many boygirls
amongst his ministers
James felt like a real tsar
the poor aborigines loved him
as their own
they even build him a monument
he spent his days
in moutains of snow
oh James, you're closer to god...
the blood had spread
into the living room
they found him
strangled in the bathroom
both of his arms severed
his eyes forever open
poor brother james
I cant hear you weep
as you walk behind him
he's dead, he's dead,
poor brother james
he's dead. he's dead,
boylover james
he's dead
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