EVEN ST. STEVEN

Jimmy Van Nickens had almighty trouble
His destiny stuck in his craw
His karma was certainly crooked
His chakras weren’t shocking at all
He used up the sense the good lord had give him
Like an ice cube refusing to freeze
He tempted his fate but it was too late
And the birds flew away from the trees
And it’s last call St. Paul
The whole world is finally through
But I’m even St. Steven
so to hell with all of you
The police came knocking on Saturday morning
He was deep in the lines of a song
He showed them his poetic license
They told him that the context was wrong
They put him in shackles and took him to prison
And charged him with living a dream
Well it just goes to show you a man with a vision
Is blind to what consequence brings
And it’s last call St. Paul
The whole world is finally through
But I’m even St. Steven
So to hell with all of you