Over the counter And out through the broke door Hotwire, joyride Now that everyone's dead You feel alive Now you even like the sunrise You can't avoid your man's eyes You even like the way Now you're living at the edge of Trying to avoid the stench of The ones who've gone Under the canopy And under the influence Over the feeling of Separateness Now you even like the sunrise You can't avoid your man's eyes You even like the way Now, living in the forest Waiting for the last sheep To drop like flies Now you found a Brand new way of Being grateful In such a place Without no trace Of set or setting With your finger Making laps around your navel In the last rays of sun And of life's setting The d**h of d**h Is not quite exterminated Or emigrated as of yet You've found revenge Dragging back in Your mother's soul Who's on the way to heaven now The d**h of d**h The d**h of d**h