Poor Old Ra

Poor old Ra, you were much better off as a sun god weren't ya?

No one gives a **** about your falcon head anymore

Atet sunk down somewhere off the coast of New Brunswick or the arctic

Sektet sunk with Horus stoned at the wheel

With every oil slick and passing barge

The chances that you are go down

But with your feet in the Egyptian sand

This weak little shell of a man falls away

I know that the plight of the morning's light will not let you love me

Baby you got stitches that will tell me differently

When it's a patchwork of click and something that sounds like a beak break bonesaw

It's good enough for Ra but it's not good enough for me

And as derelict you come off slow

Even in the kitty jail you were calico

And as the prisoner in the chain arrives

Catcalls baring teeth come from every side

With every oil slick and passing barge

The chances that you are go down

But with you feet in the Egyptian sand

This weak little shell of a man falls away

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

You grabbed the last little straw that was hidden in your own forearm

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

You came prepared with a gun that was hidden in your own stone vest

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

Part this pharoah with his crown when he is leaning on this cane, and Isis

Will steal all secrets

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

Benu that bird of Ra with the collar of a snake, Uraeus

And plays with solar

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

Hathor had changed to the lion and will always be combined, with Sekmet

And will kill all approaching

I am the tension, you are the tightrope-

So give me a moment with her mane and I'll see if I can tame fell beast

And as Thoth I will bring her back