with a star on my arm and a ring through my nose put my life in your hands and I'll lay in the road the teevees drop and the tea gets floes and the angel of mercy's a sinister martyr moon's a blot where I'm fighting to go and I'm sick as a goat in your headlights
when you burn so brightly, side with the righteous a rose in rifle, a bed for a tank and I thank you for laughing and firing a blank when I stood right before you and wept as I sank to my knees to my sorry, sorry knees
prayer's a kite and there's so much to fight for so much to die for so much to kill for so much to hate there's so much to plate god damn, for god sake, we're doomed and I'm late...
so forgive me, asshole
I'm high as a kite, there's so much to fight for so much to die for so much to kill for so much to hate there's so much to plate god damn, for god sake, we're damned and I'm late...