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 a 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 k** 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, a**hole
I'm high as a kite, there's so much to fight for
So much to die for so much to k** for
So much to hate there's so much to plate
God damn, for god sake, we're damned
And I'm late...
For a very important date