This is a song about "Bows"

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him

He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes