I refuse to endure vacuum worship,
You can call me the fugitive soul
I got a hard line from the Great Dictator
'Cause I didn't confess to Father MASturbator
Didn't confess to Father MAS-tur-ba-TOR!
Didn't confess to Father MAS-Tur-Ba-TOR!
Yeah, they wanted to see if I'd float
in a concrete overcoat
They wanted to see if I'd still be laughing if
they crushed me with falling masonry!
Crushed by falling masonry!
Crushed by falling masonry!
I left a ring around the bloodbath
A ring
ring
ring
ring
ring of FIRE
They made me trip the light fantastic
In a halo of flamin' lead! And that halo flamin'lead
Burned me to tha
QUICK
Iiiii'm
Dancin' in a halo flamin' lead,
I fell into the ring of fire
Eardrums burst by a mortar barrage
A classic case of enemy sabotage
Collapsin' in a family two-car garage
soda snipers still at large
Withering shower of molten metal,
Storm of bullets at Crete de la Mort
That halo flamin' lead
Burned
me
to tha
QUICK
Still I refused to acknowledge their regime of terror
They slapped me around with a SHORT FAT PLANK
Acted like a Capote story,
said "You're never gonna see your kid sister again!"
Never gonna see your kid sister again!
Never Gonna See Your Kid Sister AGAIN!
Struuuuuung
me up by my thumbs over Niagra Falls
Tore my teeth out -- broke my jaw!
Stuck my head in a gas oven
Cut off my leg with a circular saw!
Cut off his leg with a circular saw!
Cut off his leg with a circular saw!
And just when I'd started to think I'd died
I discovered that I'd been crucified!
Crucified? Yeah, crucified!
CRUCIFIED??? Yeah, CRUCIFIED!!!
CRUC-if-ied!
CRUC-if-ied!
CRUC-if-ied!
CRUC-if-ied!
CRUC-if-ied!
CRUC-if-ied!
I refuse to endure vacuum worship,
You can call me the fugitive soul
I got a hard line from the Great Dictator
'Cause I wouldn't confess to Father MASturbator!
Won't confess to Father Masturbator!
Won't confess to Father MasturbaTOR!
Iiiiiiiiii'm dancin' in a halo flamin' lead,
I fell into the ring of fire
Eardrums burst by a mortar barrage
Classic case of enemy sabotage
Collapsin' in a family two-car garage
soda snipers still at large
Withering shower of molten metal,
Storm of bullets at Crete de L'Amour
That halo flamin' lead
Burned
me
to tha
QUICK