Would our Gods have left our grubsteaks cold As advertised in Revelation? Glass jaw opens like a puppet head Sing the lullabies of iconography Sipping napalm, watching Jackie-O Scoop Johnny’s memories in her bony hands
Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings
We stuck our snouts in stagnant troughs In love with Auschwitz We’re bloodied performance of the Helter Skelter
Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings
This is what you should fear You are what you should fear
Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings
Where are all the puritans come to wash our hands? Puke boys cry and shit their pants Saturday morning suicide
Kill the king and break his wings
Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings