come on all you musclemen you lady boys, you theives all you wack magicians with the rubies in your teeth gather up the pimps the politicians and the priests make your way to the gallows
all you seasick ladies with your burgandy corvettes hardboring the man who laid his hands upon my head hold him down and burn his eyelids with a cigarette let's see what we can get him to confess to
oh, the glory of it all
autumn winds have blown a scrim of leaves into your pool we woke up one day and found the girls were gone from school but you were never going to convidence them you were cool so go on home and strap on your explosive