and on saturday night in my kingdom of fitzroy
wet with the dew of heaven
i prowl with the lions through my parks
grab lionel, he laughs,
he loves to congregate with the lions,
such is lionel's spell
my heart has been stalled
by the fury of the streets of fitzroy,
the police are out with their batons
and my brothers have been felled in the gutters
their black skulls are bleeding
the same blood that's on the lion's claws

Shelton Lea, Nebuchadnezzar
and shelton in the pic