High Art from High Art by Yogh's Legion

When I was just a boy my father pled
I be the light that’s set upon a hill
And never let coarse thoughts go to my head
In all my ways reflect God’s holy will

My mother taught that I should be demure
Keep sweet and soft, and to all folks be nice
The lady I should be is always pure
My virtue far above a ruby’s price

Between the two I think some message lost
My humor foul to make a doctor sick
A clever child raised, but at a cost
The little girl grew up to be a dick

Respectability can suck my part
Obscenity’s the mark of all high art
Respectability can suck my part
Obscenity’s the mark of all high art

They sent me off to school to learn some class
Read Shakespeare and to teach me proper taste
But as Titania straightway loved an ass
Their aim of taming me was gone to waste

Though English teachers cultivate the wit
And sanitize the bard's old sacred plays
Teen saxophonists turn the wit to shit
And carry on in truer form his ways

Remember when my words turn toward the blue
My bawdy predecessor’s proverb old
Above all: to thine self always be true
And I can’t help but do that when I’m told

Respectability can suck my part
Obscenity’s the mark of all high art
Respectability can suck my part
Obscenity’s the mark of all high art

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