We've drained full confession booths
Polluted drinking wells with our repentances and then stood,
Grinning with our arm around shoulders of a rotting child
Hold that pose
Provisional, arrogant little pigs who devour their siblings
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed
Shoot that dog if we can't afford to feed
Famine fathered a moth Famine fathered a moth
That begot our fathers
Keep your voices down I'm sneaking out
Hey! What's the big idea?
Keep your fucking hands off the insight
That rat has got it's mother's eyes
That rat has got it's mother's eyes
Breeding ad nauseam, they are ouring themselves into the sea
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Stop Thief
Leave your drunken accident at the prom
It'll grow to mend your broken heart
Don't sign the dotted line (Every house is a little bit of Hollywood)
The world is too incredible to bring such ugliness into it
The artist is sneaking down the hall to impregnate the last of it's kin
Indescernible mute in a swarm of derivatives
And I deny any part I deny any part of a
Deadbeat godfather
Deadbeat godfather
Deadbeat godfather
Bite your tongue Who taught you those words?
Blaspheme! When you are under my roof
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"
Don't ever say "Rock and Roll"