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