spiraling debauchery
the pit in which I fell
tis fiendishly amoral
the tale of which I'll tell

I dreamt of tax accountancy
but my parents had a goal
to live their dreams vicariously
by dint of rock and roll

I played the aul triangle
I went to music school
I figured t'would be easy
just stand there with my tool

fast forward twenty summers
as fiction fell to fact
an electric triangle player
in a norwegian metal act

now I know it sounds absurd
I mean.. you've never heard it said
that she left the front man standing
for the lead triangle's bed

rolling stone has done a cover
I've had groupies up a tree
"your crib will feature friday"
said the guy at MTV

my crazy rider lists
did set the crazy tone
a minatiure mount everest
made from toblerone

my accountant calls me jesus
can't count half of what I got
the tour bus has a golf course
and the chicks are smoking hot

I've got triangle roadies
they tune the different notes
it's wall to wall coke orgies
in my one of many boats

they love me in bermuda
I've got cult status there
we party for a week or so
and then just disappear

I get expensive clothing
and panties in the post
the fans play air triangle
I eat caviar.. on toast

the doc has told me watch it
he's seen it all before
a burned out triangle player
and the endless search for more