Necropolis

It's driving me crazy this necropolis I feel watched and dirty all the time These nasty piles of the populous Commit and resubmit the heinous crimes Oh where can we turn, I feel like a contradticion Oh I start to burn, I feel subjucated to submission It's making me seethe this necropolis Making me turn round and round Suddenly one of the populous Guess there are no more mysteries to expound or confound Oh where can we turn, I feel like a common dictator Oh I start to yearn, my potato features are in the perculator Eeeh oh poppin chock where shan't I go Peeh oh cockkin bock why can't I slow Oh where can we turn, I explain to the juristdition Oh where can we turn, ah ee ah ee ahhh