THE IMP SONG July 3/85 Karl Rigelhof

You're impervious to pain
But you deserve it just the same
By imperial decree
It's immaterial to me

Your impatience is wearing thin
Your complacence is about to begin
The importance is clear
The instance is here (and now)

Your impotence is obvious
Your incompetence is obnoxious
It's imperative you improve
It's negative to make a move
In the wrong direction

You're a mischievous child
Running loose and wild
Leaving chaos in your wake
We've made a fatal mistake
May the devil take
You back into your hole in hell