How Lester Lost His Wife (Pocket remix)

First there was the 'fable of the bull'
 Told by the picador
 Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core
 An apple core an apple core an apple
 Core an apple core an apple
 Next our minds were supping up the horrors
 That our vicious master's whip
 Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
 Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly
 Hip wickedly hip wickedly
 I had to don a disguise to see her slinking through
 The snaky hallways to her chamber
 I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
 Of she and It engaged in defiling of the sacred
 In an instant her face became so plaintive
 And I watched as she transformed
 Into the Black Amaranth
 The Black Amaranth The next morning I espied
 In a window framed in brass
 The story of her condemnation
 Portrayed in the stained glass
 In the stained glass
 In the stained glass in the stained
 Glass in the stained glass in the stained
 Glass