Medea

Medea

Of all the egos with evil hearts

This genius has no sex

On the casting couch the skin is clean

But the mouth is not

Of egos with evil hearts, Medea shouts

Open sores let it out!

West End is finished

And you were my friend

I was your servant and your worker too

Until the end

Of all the egos with evil hearts

Casting votes on the potato couch

Of all the egos, Medea shouts

Don't kill her just for sake of it

Don't let it out!

So punish your machine

And let the mothers do the work

Then try to scream until it hurts

Oh Magruder don't say you're lucky, until it hurts

Medea shouts with tall Spanish men

Who live in the lions' den

With the 'touchers and the talkers'

Medea shouts in the lions' den