Pansy Moon - Pro-bossus lyrics

Five-eight But he slumps and she knows Dead weight His intentions and prose She will not turn 'round To hear the sound Of a speech through his nose O, she knows Pours sand Through a sieve and he frets Somehow Still quite Angered he's castle-less She is way too proud To watch him drown In his need to impress Who's to blame? She knows damn well won't change