The bast*rd lyrics

If you ask me how I knew, I saw you
I had a bird's eye view of a bird's eye view, I saw you
I saw you not as you think, simply just as you, I saw you

And all of this augers well
Even though it's presaging pell-mell
All of it augers well

This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
We've got the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd

Then you turned all Billy Sunday
Shouting, "Philadelphia for Christ and Christ for Philadelph-i-a"
As the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular rays, when I saw you

And all of this augers well
Even so it's presaging pell-mell
And all of it augers well

This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd

Being having to choose
Between a flickering fuse
And power beyond what you use
Never mind us purple italians
Never mind that pool in the mountains
Victory came and went on winged elephants, I saw you

And all of this augers well
Even though, even so, it's presaging pell-mell
All of it augers well

This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
(Of it being having to choose)
(Of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd (of it being having to choose)
This is the bast*rd
This is the bast*rd