Restitution

This one goes out to Messrs Cave and Cash.

 

When I was aged three

Teacher came and asked me:

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

And I knew it was E

Over (c

Times by c)

When I was aged three.

When I was sixteen

Death was my scene.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

I killed a prom queen

And wanted more

For my score,

When I was sixteen.

When I was twenty-one

My parents were gone.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

They sadly passed on

When they drowned,

Crimson-crowned,

At the hands of their son.

Turns out you need four

If you want to be sure.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

According to the law

Three is just killing,

But I was quite willing

To do a few more.

Then I started getting paid

For the people I slayed.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

The money all stayed

In a bank

Where it stank

As the bodies decayed.

But I have to confess

Number nine was a mess.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

I caused her distress

And she cried

As she died,

Left her twins motherless.

She was a friend and a teacher

So I talked to a preacher:

“How much is mass?

How much is mass?

I may like my Nietzsche –

He once said

‘God is dead,’ –

But I’d pay lecks to reach her.”

And the Preacher said, “Son,

If you ask anyone

‘How much is mass?

How much is mass?’

Then your DAMNATION

Is the cost.

You were lost

On the day you begun.”

So I’m going to Hell

In a solitary cell.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

Even angels fell –

Every ass

Has a mass.

Yours is falling as well.

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

How much is mass?

How much is mass…?