Deus

Camelot
In smithereens
Your kingdom has
Gone down, my friend
Camelot
In washed out jeans
Your staying power
Has come to an end
The sweetest stroke
Can see it gone up in smoke
And love's a joke or a spaceship
Or a plant, or a tubezipper
It's what you want it to be
It must have crossed your mind
You run a little behind
With all schemes and programs
You have 'em built in
Need a small device to screw it out
And unlearn the craft you been drilled in
It's too late
You are now becoming nature
Backdated trip
Backfired whip
You bite your lip
But do what you want
And then a shoulder to cry
Makes your eyes run dry
Stop-start nature