I am guilty of the crime Bound and tied for a thousand years I am living in this flame of pain the warm weather creatures are coming again God shall wipe the tears from my eyes Yes, God shall wipe the tears from my eyes Shout it! Shout it! Shout it! Scream it! Destined for a terrible trial with your messiahonic face Stand before the blessed And the damned of the great yellow race Harpers and pipers seal my tomb It's a difficult birth to be torn from the womb Please be careful not to fall out of line Like the song in which the verses do not rhyme Like the priest who always stutters, all the time Like the leper who is dropping all the time Shout it! Shout it! Shout it! Scream it! Destined for a terrible trial with your messiahonic face Stand before the blessed And the damned of the great yellow race It's the people's fifteen thousand republic of the juvenile faith Pay your pound of flesh and come in if you wanna see more