2. The Land Common Sense Forgot

In the brightly shining mind,

that's the eternal sunshine kind,

there is no country of the blind,

where the coiffeured fool is king.

There is no despot mannikin,

nor circumstance to panic in

when the button is pressed with a manic grin,

where the coiffeured fool is king.

We are transported to Prester John,

we will like Ahasver wander on

'til the Armageddon Cloud is gone,

where the coiffeured fool is king.

Behind the mirror, under the bed,

in the wardrobe, fearing the dead,

they will reside in trembling dread,

where the coiffeured fool is king.

Or things will change, how can they not?

When oration is just twittering rot

in the land that common sense forgot,

where the coiffeured fool is king.