Lou Reed Tripitena's Speech lyrics

My love, the king by any other name a pissoir
You, my love tower over them all
They are but vermin beneath your heels
They are monkeys
Suit them, frame them to your own vision
But do not let one false word of mockery
Seep through to your vast heart

I have seen you from close and afar and your worth
Far exceeds your height, your width, the depth of your sorrow
Oh, willful, outcast doth thou not see the light of our love
Our linked fortunes, our hearts melded together
Into one fine golden braided finery

They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves
With the sordid miseries of their businesses
They are not the things of angels, nor of any higher outpost
That humanity might aspire to
Your loathsome vomit is businessman king
Is of the lowest order, his advisor's crumbling mockeries
Of education driven by avarice


My love, dress them in the suits of mockery
And in their advanced state of stupidity
And senility, burn and destroy them
So their ashes might join the compost
Which they so much deserve

If justice on this earth be fleeting, let us for once hear the weeping
And the braying of the businessman king
Let them be the the orangutans they are and set them blazing
From the chandelier for all to see hanging from the ceiling
By their ridiculous chains and petticoats which you will
Have them wear under the guise of costumic buffoonery

He who underestimates in time
Is bound to find the truth sublime
And hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder
Businessmen, you're not worth shitting on