Mario Vargas Yoni lyrics

Artist  : Fatima Mansions 
Song : Mario Vargas Yoni
 
The mother of the nation has gone; she has hobbled
off to her uncertain fate, having only a tycoon's
salary given to her to fund the purchase of that
monkey-shit-brown hair rinse we know so well.
They act like nothing ever happened, but it did.
It's too late--too late for the thousands driven
to mental illness, premature old age and suicide
by the force-feeding to them of a daily diet of
despair and the doctrine of their own
obsolescence. Too late for the thousands of
teenagers who grew up illiterate but
unaccountably proud that their nation spent the
money it could have been spent on educating them
to buy guns--guns which this country is too
feeble and unimportant to need to use. 



It's too late to stop the rot--a rot she denied
existed and which many thus forgot, which
continued to accelerate and and now will not be
stopped until all this fucking pretense is
dropped. Mario Vargas Yoni, intellectual
born-again right-wing son of a bitch from the
exotic other end of the earth, Venus flytrap lips
curling over straw-coloured front teeth, so smart,
so alert, so elegant...admires the departed killer
for her "courage". Tonight he speaks
with Reggie Gurdjieff, most intelligent man in
the UK, about new novel Shag Auntie Peggy, and on
his plan for a junk bond issue to finance the
privitization of the llama. But first, the bad
weather...