Everything is better the boss has made a cameo
He has seen the infidel army like a prince of old
Listen to him twist her faith, he's been out there all day
Sleeping on the laurels of a face from long ago
As [bad word]  it's a terrible thing to wait
Everything is better the boss has made a cameo
He has seen the infidel army like a prince of old
She's made the bed three times today

Each a masterpiece in its own way and takes his name in vain
From this vantage point she is making her plans
Kiss good-bye to this your century map
She calls her future back ,takes his wine from the rack
He wants a glass of water but she sweetly mouths her no
Then like an arrow she's let go, Arcing from he poison beau
Everything is better the boss has made a cameo 
She has seen the infidel army like a prince of old