The Pasha can do anything that he wants
But he mostly wants sex and cocaine

The Pasha can have anyone that he wants
Eating ice cream and candy all day

The Pasha treats people like Turkish delight
And he swallows them down like a snack

He summons his whores and goes down on all fours
And before them brings everything back

The Pasha is wealthy
The Pasha is Selfish
The Pasha's the monster in you

The Pasha is simply what happens to people
When people have nothing to do

Desires and requirements in dull-speaking tyrants
And nothing is ever enough

The Pasha can meet everyone in the world
And still remain empty of love

The Pasha is sick
Sick of the sin
Sick up to here with himself
His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself

The Pasha is bored
Bored of his whores
But he doesn't like falling in love

The Pasha says "Ouch
There's a [?] in my couch"
The Pasha's [?]

The Pasha is living all day in pajamas
He hardly wears anything else

The Pasha is healthy but sick of the drama
The drama of being himself

Should he go shopping or order a hanging
And should he go hunting for game

It all becomes boring when [?]
And everyday feels just the same

The Pasha is sick
Sick of the death
Sick to the teeth of himself
His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself

The Pasha is sick
Sick in his skin
Sick up to here with himself

His Puritan nephew will execute him
To save him from doing it himself