Should I understand myself to be
The opposite of my birthright?
Is that what you believe?
Is that what you see?
Should I understand that your loyalty
Is based on opposing me?
Fight the Cunt!
But my cunt is pretty damn American
Perhaps less so than you might find
At confederate patrionationalist meetings
I’ll stick to my queer communist orgies
We have socialized condoms
I spent most of my life
“putting my queer shoulder to the wheel”
I'm finding myself busted
Burned out on being the devil
Forgive me, America
But friends don’t make friends drink leaded water
Though I hear pipeline water is quite delicious
Who wants to take the first swig?
I call not it
I’d rather socialize giving a fuck
Oh fuck it, Mr. Rogers is dead
Now what do we do with the blood on our hands?
I sold my soul for rent and a pack of cigarettes
And maybe someday, we’ll find the cure for imperialism
But today, I just want to stop dreading the black hole
Another two years of hell battle
Also in the match: let us give a big welcome to the last hell battle!
It’s fine, it’s fine. Quicksand’s a good look for you
It goes with your eyes
When they’re searching for Syria on a map
You’ll find it, dear
So long as you scroll past Yemen
And let the Tories tell you what it means
To be an American
Stay free, America
And blame it on the millennials
Angel is a lunatic
She lives on Shadow Hill
She twists and turns and twists and turns
But sunlight makes her still
Let the nighttime come and she'll twist up the grain
The newspaper told me my new love is insane
You want to make an enemy of my love in the sheets
But I like the way her body moves, the tender way she greets
Somewhere in America a cathartic siren roars
We are not your virgins and we are not your whores
I like the way she greets me, the way her body moves
You may not believe her, but she's nothing left to prove
Turn off the set goddamn you
I can't take it anymore
I don't know how you can
3D 2D 4D not free
Choose your own reality
Find an enemy
Where are we going?
What are we doing?
Let's forget this
Let's forget all about it
Seeing is believing
Beliefs can be deceiving
I am disconnected
My visions are rejected
Maybe we should start to pray and hope that all the disarray is Hell that just will go away and all we have to do is pray blessed is the Lord of Hope rightful ruler of the universe who brings sanity to the Earth
Maybe we are the prey and this world is in disarray and this Hell is here to stay and the fire won't go away and cursed is the demon of Doom that son of a bitch who brings forth madness and pain
Let's go home, Angel