King of the South

King of the South
based on King of the Road by Roger Miller

Slaves there for sale or rent
Guild gets... fifty percent.
Not Air, nor Earth, nor Wood
The pole of Fire is where I'm good
Ah, but..two rolls of Social dice
Gets me a tribe of eight-foot-tall mutant mice
I'm a lean mean killing machine
King of the South.

Desert nomads, get a little rain
Immaculates, get a little pain.
Small gods without a clue,
I make sure they pay their dues,
I killed, all Abyssals I have found
Ghosts, I don't want hanging around
I'm a lean mean killing machine
King of the South.

I control every chief of every clan
All their ambitions, and all of their plans
And every route of the caravans
And every slaver that enslaves
Those who aren't my fans.

I get,
Slaves there for sale or rent
Guild gets, twenty percent
Not Air, nor Earth, nor Wood
The pole of Fire is where I'm good
Ah, but..two rolls of Social dice
Gets a Magnitude 2 hive of sentient lice
I'm a lean mean killing machine
King of the South.