The Jargon King

[Verse 1]
He prescribes the subject
He proscribes outsiders
His terms have a golden ring
He wants to find some order
Quantifying chaos
In words that all the children sing
He tabulates the lexicon
Vocabulary minimised
Bow down to the Jargon King

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2]
All questions become so simple
If we eat the inane answer
(If we all agree) If we all agree to ju-ju speak
We fit into the formula
We all without exception
Approve the rule

[Bridge]
We don't understand
He must be clever
He must be clever
He must be right
He must be right
We don't understand

[Verse 3]
Closed the ranks and barricades
Imposed the secret language
Complexity all catch-phrased
Word-drugged any anguish
Pigeon-holed allusions
Shut the vault behind us
It's an obvious conclusion
We'll be the chattels of His Highness

Oh, bow down to the Jargon King
And his minion code-words

[Outro]
Here comes the reign
Here comes the reign...