More quick to condemn the rest of the world More quick to be–quick to kill the rest of the world That does not think like it thinks Well, I know what I just said I am the return of the son of my father I’ll tell you something that’s even more remarkable: My father came with me this time
I walked into a room full of corpses The room all smelled like flowers There were Nikes on their feet Smile under the cloth Good-bye horses!
I gazed into the souls of all the horses Who jumped off all the bridges In those Wild Western days A spaceship made of death
Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti Do, Re, and me
I gave into the needs of all my masters Man is The Bastard Is a brutal fucking band They hate Thomas Lens
I fell into a coffin full of orphans They had all been slaughtered By a website making man With music in his heart