He was a minstrel, he was a minister
He was a wastrel, just left of a sinister
Minded Committee, a bit too far socialist
For Creative Inventory, if you can get my gist
Him as in hemorrhoid, her as in hurricane
They took our world and wrapped it in cellophane
Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues,
Stealing our traveling shoes.
‘Difficultarians' kissing barbarians
And mixing the minds up of all the Aryans
Why should I apologize for being a man,
When all the fight is in our own hands?
You'll have to beat me and make me bleed
‘cause I'm not a snitch and you'll die before me
Here we are trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues
Wasting our traveling shoes
Z as in Zeitgeist
U as in Ubiquitous
G as in Graveyard that
Each had to dig for us
B as in ‘Beat down'
R as in ‘All Right'
I as in I saw a nuclear oversight
A as in Abattoir, we were the sacrifice
N as in ‘Enemy', as cold as a block of ice
Here we are trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues
Taxing our traveling shoes