I've got blood on my hands, And sand between my toes If the crowd gets too unruly, We'll spray 'em with the hose I'm so bored with the whole thing -keep hearing laughter when i turn- Seen a million sunlit faces But none that really burned I can't keep myself from laughing When i spot someone posessed The fool that's always grinning, Never quite gets the jest But i know the one i'm laughing at Plays it by the book And screams for revolution Behind his vacant look We'll keep their eyes red & runny, k** them in their homes Watch them pray forgiveness And pay interrest on their loans It was us in the beamers, The penthouses & shrines. Uf you want absolution We can provide all kinds... But that*s just the way we are Our heads in the ozone And our minds in shangri-la