The Jargon King [The Margin]

[Verse 1]
He prescribes the subject
He proscribes outsiders
His terms have a golden ring
He tabulates the lexicon
Vocabulary minimised

[Chorus]
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 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
Hе must be clever
Hе must be right
He must be right
We don’t understand

[Instrumental Break]

[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

[Chorus]
Oh bow down to the Jargon King
And his minion code-words

[Outro]
Oh here comes the reign...