This is a song about "Adelphi"

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,