| Lyrics: | We have faced despair and found a river there
We have faced despair and found a river
there
We have sucked the fruit of disease
And found that it tasted sweet like meat gone
bad
Sleep warmly under columns of light
Sleep with the fishes tonight
All alone
in this recluse car
Became afraid of what we are
And what we might not be
In the land
of the free
Smell the ripe budding America
Sweet-faced, straight-laced porographic
actress
That's her draw
No one can believe she'd appear in this smut
Her face smiling
perfect through innocent teeth
Unaware of the debauchery beneath
Face smiling perfect
through innocent teeth
Unaware of the wolves running wild in her streets
In the land of
the free
Get 'em up, get 'em down on their knees
All praise to Allah, he provides
what we need
A Swiss precision suicide machine, and we're free
Jesus Christ, soul on
ice
Sleep with the motherfucking fishes tonight |
