they found the janus dudes
they made them pay their dues
one of them was utterly clueless
(the other knew what they were getting into)
you got your john bronston
and josh robinson (*LOL!*)
he was a poor man’s indiana son
that’s where the janus begun…
under the city lights
they spent some late late nights
as the weekly minutes larnald recites
he’s sending out the invites
(march): ‘to burner / and eisenberg / and burner / and eisenberg / and burner…’)
you got your ku klux klan
out chasing peter pan
and the fallen angel don’t give no damn
he ain’t a part of her plan