An Ode to Locksmiths

Lyrics for An Ode to Locksmiths

Been given the keys I knew I'd receive Be careful what you're asking for Thy rod and thy staff Simply twelve toned math An earful opening all doors Simon the Roman Gone fission for man If you're caught is to be freed Come open your lock By using a rock Or sowing the proper seeds Woe to thee all women Of land, air, and sea Adam was the serpent Apple 'tween his knees Seduced by a snake Worshipped by nations Banished forth from Eden It's the male who is Satan From the tree of knowledge (A metaphor for sex) Plucked a ripened globe of fruit That of her innocence Since forbidden, resisted Forcing her to taste Now I know why girls hate boys Cause Eve was in fact raped We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go