Maybe a challenger here for Marc Bolan's crown of worst lyricist ever.
'They have killed the great sun jester,
Who danced between the stars,
They have stripped him of his manhood,
Signs of Venus and of Mars,
The cynics left him weeping,
And the jackals left him torn,
And the jester reaches out bind hands,
He can touch the stars no more.
And he took the stars in his hands,
And as he scattered them he'd shout,
"I'm the joker of the universe,
I'm what it's all about."
Now he's dying in his grief,
And the hard men dragged him down,
They have killed the wild-eyed jester,
They have killed the fireclown ...'
- Blue Öyster Cult ('The Great Sun Jester')