The Pasha can do anything that he wants
But he mostly wants s** and c**aine
The Pasha can have anyone that he wants
Eating ice cream and candy all day
The Pasha treats people like Turkish delight
And he swallows them down like a snack
He summons his who*es and goes down on all fours
And before them brings everything back
The Pasha is wealthy
The Pasha is Selfish
The Pasha's the monster in you
The Pasha is simply what happens to people
When people have nothing to do
Desires and requirements in dull-speaking tyrants
And nothing is ever enough
The Pasha can meet everyone in the world
And still remain empty of love
The Pasha is sick
Sick of the sin
Sick up to here with himself
His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself
The Pasha is bored
Bored of his who*es
But he doesn't like falling in love
The Pasha says "Ouch
There's a [?] in my couch"
The Pasha's [?]
The Pasha is living all day in pajamas
He hardly wears anything else
The Pasha is healthy but sick of the drama
The drama of being himself
Should he go shopping or order a hanging
And should he go hunting for game
It all becomes boring when [?]
And everyday feels just the same
The Pasha is sick
Sick of the d**h
Sick to the teeth of himself
His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself
The Pasha is sick
Sick in his skin
Sick up to here with himself
His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself