Lyrics - The Jargon King by Hammill Peter

He prescribes the subjecthe proscribes outsidershis terms have a golden ring.
He wants to find some orderquantifying chaosin words that all the children sing.
He tabulates the lexiconvocabulary minimisedbow down to the
Jargon
King.
All questions become so simpleif we eat the inane answerif we all agree to ju-ju speakwe fit into the formulawe all without exceptionapprove the rule.
We don't understandhe must be cleverhe must be cleverhe must be righthe must be rightwe don't understand
Closed the ranks and barricadesimposed the secret languagecomplexity all catch-phrasedword-drugged any anguishpigeon-holed allusionsshut the vault behind us
It's an obvious conclusionwe'll be the chattels of
His
Highness.
Bow down to the
Jargon
Kingand his minion code-words.
Here comes the reign

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