2. Jason. The Beginning

Way back long ago in the jungle
I met Medea in a golden temple
Cupid shot her with a fatal arrow
Made her my slave, pure and simple
Sure I let her help me get the golden fleece
Hey, she begged me-- pretty please
Did you know? She betrayed her father
Did you know? She killed her brother
You think I want that for my son's mother?
Hey... I'm gonna take him
And we got the makin's of a bourgeois drama
That’s right it’s a bourgeois drama
We got blood, we got trauma
We got the makin’s of a death-o-rama
But it's psychological, so psychological

Back in the jungle everybody's equal
Everybody's hungry, dirty and poor
Would you wanna see your very own son
Work hard, die young, and be the victim of his enemies?
Sure, oh so noble savagery
But I'm a man, and I see what I see
And it's a world where the strong are free
I got the power of technology
I'm on top exactly where I wanna be
When you're hungry, and you find some meat
But you find it standin' up on two feet
Hey, you be a winner or somebody's dinner
In a bourgeois drama
Uh-huh it’s a bourgeois drama
We got blood, we got trauma
We got the makin’s of a death-o-rama
But it's psychological, so psychological
Nobody wins, everybody loses
Nobody learns, everybody bruises
Gonna be grim you can take it from me
Gonna be murder in the first degree
It's a goddamn genuine Greek Tragedy