My name, it is Reginald,
and I've got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they'll cry out, "Go to hell! "
In a hallowed grandstand,
I do quietly sit,
high above the noise
and ruckus of the pit.
Some young people just don't seem to know
that freedom is the only way to go.
With minds addled by tired lies,
and not experience enough to realize
I have an aunt out in Cali,
we used to visit every year,
she had a yoga studio,
and my grandmother used to cheer
The story begins when I was a young man,
personal chirurgeon for Prince Malistare,
when the Kingdom of Blenum faced rebellion
in the west, among the peasants out there.