Philharmonics

Guess who died' last night
In grey stockings' in all might
It was no loss The only God of mine
He fell down' just to drown
In a sea of delight
To tame champagne And creatures of the night
As the water took him over
Filled his lungs inside out
I sold his gold for flowers and rice
Speaking fire' he would hire
Pawns and peasants just like me
To feed upon the conquered ones
But now we are free