The Importance Of Being Wilde

Did you know the importance of being Wilde?

When the Sphinx has made you,

Her mutilated paramour,

Her stone cold eyes behold you,

Pale and shaking at death's door.

Don't expect the cat to show you,

She has pity on her play things.

Don't believe the subtle smile,

Is mercy dancing on her face.

Don't think Nature is gentle and mild.

Obviously Nature is Horrible…

The flowers in the antique vase,

Cut to pieces for your style and grace,

Know the beautiful ones are always,

Going to be loved to death.

We lock the sweetly singing bird,

Inside a wretched gilded cage.

The frantic cries for freedom,

Sound like music to our race.

Don't think Nature is gentle and mild.

Obviously Nature is Horrible and…

God Damn Ku Ku WILD, yeah Wild¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!

Don't think Nature is gentle and mild.

Obviously Nature is Horrible…

We trap the sleek and stunning fish,

Inside the tiny crystal bowl.

Its only chance for freedom,

Is flopping helpless on the floor.

Now, the elephant in the local zoo,

Held for ever in captivity,

Knows destiny has betrayed him,

And the monkey thinks that's great!

Ow!

Did you know the importance of being Wilde?

God Damn Ku Ku WILD, yeah Wild¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!¡!

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