The Jargon King [The Margin]

Lyrics

[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...